It was said:
have I not held my peace
even of old.
Meanwhile a fearful voice
from afar called my heart
my heart what will
be my fate in the face
of the unpaired things
on all sides.
Be brave go
ahead says the voice from far away
where the goat let go has stopped at the brink
yonder yonder
snow is falling here
it is night.
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