How Humam Nature Dotes
By Emily Dickinson
How Human Nature dotes
On what it can’t detect.
The moment that a Plot is plumbed
Prospective is extinct-
Prospective is the friend
Reserved for us to know
When Constancy is clarified
Of Curiosity-
Of subjects that resist
Redoubtablest is this
Where go we-
Go we anywhere
Creation after this?
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