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What is our ignorance,

What is our guilt?  All are exposed,

no one is safe.  And where

is courage: the unanswered question?

Dumbly calling, deafly listening – that

in warming and drought,

discourages others,

encouraging doubt

and seeing what it’s about.

Who looks deep with shallow vision

accedes to mortality,

struggling to be

free and unable to be,

accepts its continuing.

 

So he who strongly feels,

changes.  As birds cease songs,

he quiets himself for life

to come.  Though he is captive

with unsupported efforts,

satisfaction is a lowly thing,

when only children sing

a few more years.