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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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