Creatures perish
in the darkened
blind of quest,
knowing intimations.
Guessing and dreaming
I pursue the real,
my face turned toward the sky
whispering secrets to the heavens.
And while I remain
with seeking creatures
in every turn of time
abiding in their condition
every instant past
I perceive their aching breath.
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