For the poet, the philosopher
And the poor, tortured soul,
Seeking some answer
Long buried in the abandoned sand boxes
Of our forgotten childhood:
The plight of the “Human Dilemma”.
The quest, as expressed in all Myths
To explain suffering:
The most profound ponderence
Into the deepest of despair,
Of the long, terrible silence of God;
Where found, the answer
In the lightest, most buoyant of levity
Of the fool and his laughter,
And the smile of the child, burying with his pale
The secret…
(9.29.7)
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