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Robert Frost says something Mark Strand says something Psychiatrists probe for something Philosophers wonder about something Priests excavate the something Covering the soul The stain, the wonder, the hidden gem The name, the illusion, the forever god and in its thrall, the wakebound night that stills the latent pride in line as something... anything to break the fall "We know this" as Keillor says What we know not is what it is Nor shall it ever be for we relentlessly pursue the mystery and never free for Something out there (Where?) laughs with an earned derision as one more little bard of history lays down his tiny tribute on a something-kind of pedestal some where ~

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Date: 5/17/2016 9:43:00 PM
This one, too.
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