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For all the Sphynx and Pyramids of their days
These that towered beyond Babel before me
Straightening the old gordian knot of our maze
Have too been swallowed by the unseen eternity
            For all our might like sand dunes have stood
            Satrapy of indelible caprice and wind
            With force of sword we make our wisdom good
            But know not the ends, since we fresh begin
To die the first hour of our birth and dream
We passed over the earth a frolicking stream.

How then this pain despite the old expectation
This fear of time that grips in a conveyor's belt
Hurrying my thoughts to conclusion, and extinction
To all the scaffolds of my certainty? I have felt
              Before this same emptiness of meaning
              This useless spawning and yearn for more
              Light somewhere too at base is crumbling
              Matter is vanity, vanity is matter, nothing more
So I'll take my farewell now of them and of dream
While clinging to the game, a pawn in the scheme

Go ole farmers, go on, where men go and none return
I'll save my heart for invisible things of faith
It's all the same to the glowing worm, the fires still burn
However pale the distant echo from the gate
               I declined from academia marbled halls
               Still leave a whitened bone behind the flow
               Not every river into mighty cataracts falls
               And some from rain, and some from snow
Yet every rill had sparkled sometime, and every mist
Unbound us from the mass and haste that so insist.

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