The Way of One's Desire
--A. R. Ammons 
One not lost finds no way:
terror brightens what it sees:
home's a destination one 
departs with to part with:
okay never looks to be okay,
and not-okay, looking, sees 
the only not-okay: you who
know, even as if not knowing,
tell me, how does one err 
to find one's erring: where
in the wild are the wiles
that school the way back home?

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