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It taps at windows,

    That I behold,

Yet pulls the blinds,

    On many more.



What is its right,

    To pull me up,

Before I wonder,

    If I've had enough?



Some say it's great,

    An entity to admire,

But I have witnessed,

    It bring the dire.



As I let it go,

    To sum it up,

I do not think,

    I've seen it not.



So I try again,

    To plunge me aloof,

I think not thought,

    But try for proof.



As thought creates,

    World and sense.

And Physical Proof,

    Reminds intense.



Chance to centre,

    Self in soul,

Knocking again,

    I wonder toll?



As body be soul,

    And thought be action,

There continue the tides,

    Of the Interaction.