Hi Yves,
I tried various versions of the last line before I posted this. One was "I bow my head and chase the words" intending to imply the sanctity, the sacredness implied, was in the poetry the N wanted to make of the moment. I switched to the current last line after deciding the sanctity I was after was in the moment of solitude the N felt, a moment free of even the need to put the moment into words. Thanks for giving my thought tree a little shake. I'll try to find the fruit that fell before it spoils.
Jim
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