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7.33
2.ii.26
joy of
not knowing
which way
where
and whom to blame
of having yet to decide
does the world end?
do words survive?
it is an undetermined joy
set come-may-what
like an unknown ocean
just have to guess
what’s behind the dark star?
why moon so far away?
smell the smoke was
rain went
might not even know the
question
but what is to be done?
surely it’s time?
I leave the door open for friends
there’s how this leads to
wonder
how wonder takes us on
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