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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Two days gone now I write post priori and empirical My life's purpose, and analytical All love's solemn vow For I too love the day of my birth I too seek from life a noble worth Was that innocense Alone, a child ready to believe all It's told, upright still yet to crawl The unbroken fence Through, and find no limit in view To be fullly ignorant without a clue What else is freedom Or all those abstract things we find Impaled on the boundary of a mind? O we dream so dumb From birth to grave the fictive fact Between a petal and flowery bract. Like bowling pins, we The a priori logic up, but post event For we know nothing nor can lament Our blind new apostacy. The evening tides rises high O again The sand castle builders labor in vain. I ponder these when From boyhood I wandered to deep Forest dark to seek and fell asleep Where lark and doves blend To sing a song unknown to all we ken O I wanted to know its meaning then! Why me, and me here And how long before man and trees end Their cycle, and that power we contend To hide our one fear How time escalates our fixed terminus How all our difference is one same dust. Birth tells me nothing Except that life is a sweet random gift I spend to enjoy and lose innocense thrift. I wrestle the thing The good and evil of our days exumed The stench still sells if its well perfumed I celebrate faith For there is nothing else to praise today All that falls to entropy is living clay And sooner or late If there is no terminus I yet cannot lose He only has a chance who dares to choose.
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