Growing older but no wiser

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The love we have for mother, father, sister

Is inculpatory evidence of mere humanity

And enables us to see, half-way,

Incompletely,

The merest movement of the moon

Will shift the seal that hides the veil

That moves us all to the tempest's sail

And storm and thunder-struck avail

Across the fields of corn and gold

Until the years, when growing old,

We walk along the meekest streets

And look for nothing, except our feet.

◄ Holy Brokenness

The club of the clueless ►

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Big Sal

Sun 27th Jan 2019 16:01

The biggest question of all and still no answers will be provided.

The 'gods' have given us all an SAT in another conceptual language entirely.

I only hope I don't fail. But I will.

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