Some poetry for the new dawning.
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And to know the place for the first time.
I have longed to move away
From the hissing of the spent lie
And the old terrors’ continued cry
Growing more terrible as the day
Goes over the hill into the deep sea…….
I have longed to move away but am afraid;
Some life, yet unspent, might explode
Out of the cold lie burning on the ground,
And, crackling into air, leave me half-blind.
Everyone who is calm and sensible is insane.
Well done us, for creating a fussX