Seeing is believing.
Whatever was thought or said,

these persistent, inexorable deaths
make faith as such absent,

our humanness a question,
a disgust for what we are.

Whatever the hope,
here it is lost.

Because we coveted our difference,
here is the cost.

Robert Creeley

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8/29/2008 5:34:08 PM. You Are Here: The Mirror by Robert Creeley