Does the sun promise the
Light of day?
No,
It's planned out that way.
It can't do otherwise,
It's what it does,
Has no say.
Does time promise it's stroll?
Promise the shadows
On dails its roll?
No,
And again I say.
Does Earth promise life's
Rivers to flow?
Sweep away all
Things men know?
To destroy all things
That were ever dear
To destroy all memory and
The knowledge of knowing?
Tear down every reason given
In order to make sense
Of us in the living
In the dying
In the existing
In the crying
In the loving
In the hatred
In the confused and the mixed up
And out of shape sculpture
That we once knew as ourselves?
No.
Life's rivers takes
All things away,
Even knowledge of
Living.
It's worked out that way.
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