I am the last two letters seen before covered eyes
I am known by many names, often not observed
I am an entity of multiple meanings & the last step
I am praised when grand plinths pitch tightly over
I am a peal ringing with emotion, fiercest howling
I am a drop of solarium against a pane of late dew
I am courage with leather and courage with bones
I am setting forth calm to undo some, redo in kind
I am rubbing arms briskly and feeling new warmth
I am a path traveler going who tossed seed to side
I am watching gardens grow in footsteps walking
I am running fast and the bird nearby keeps pace
I am lost and not, and much of what rests beneath
I am in alignment at times but more often off kilter
I am something, I am nothing; existent -- taking in
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