Rising falling
Ebbing flowing
Throbbing life
Surrounds us all
Pulsing reaching
Dropping cutting
Gashes mark us
As we brawl
Who can skirt
This cauldron boiling
Who escapes unscathed and smooth
Neither you nor I can fathom
Wherefore why or what our call.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Yes, can only try to do best we can at any time!