Few causal kernel learn, discern
fiction from fact when Fate's swift foaming churn
has keeled blind optimism stem to stern.
Mortal remains remain of slight concern,
[s]weep onwards when the point of no return
is passed because experience most spurn,
find double bind, blind, earn no second turn.
Pale fears, tears unavailing, bridges burn.
(20 August 2008)
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