i was leafing though the dickinson and if i ever get around to writing my fifth chapter, or the pseudo-fifth "in lieu of a conclusion" i shall include this (943 /840) in "The Riddle's "It", or, X-istential Riddles or Riddles of Searching and the Unknowable"

I cannot buy it -- 'tis not sold --
There is no other in the World --
Mine was the only one

I was so happy I forgot
To shut the Door And it went out
And I am all alone --

If I could find it Anywhere
I would not mind the journey there
Though it took all my store

But just to look it in the Eye --
"Did'st thou?" "Thou did'st not mean," to say,
Then, turn my Face away.