31 August 2007

fury and mire

beyond these hills are more hills and the sea
life is the same as well on other shores
the same green plants born of similar spores
the same cool shade under the morning tree
we watch the folk as they go out to spree
knowing at night we'd hear the same old snores
and morning brings the same settling of scores
all that we are is what we've sought to be
under each skin the same beating of blood
through the same veins and by similar art
the same sharp intake of astonished breath
all of these matters easy understood
take no account of every different heart
nor of the unity that comes with death

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