When you get a moment, stand
Somewhere and mutter,
This is the world, just the world,
And if this is not the way
It is, well, it is
The way it has been,
Right up to quite recently,
Becoming. That’s it.
If, for the rest of your life,
You thought nothing else,
You wouldn’t be wrong.
You wouldn’t ever be wrong.
You know why. You know this world.
You know the look in its eye.
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