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    We have never felt it sufficient to work out the grand logic of it all, in a clear ontology. There emerged no poetry in this blind path Merely a fear of fears, of death and night. A piano solo concert, from a friend's son, a solar energy that flowed from another's Were benchmarks, a few lines in the sky, Ephemeral as eccentric son of other friend in a clink of bangles, of a gene gone

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    We have never felt it sufficient to work out the grand logic of it all, in a clear ontology. There emerged no poetry in this blind path Merely a fear of fears, of death and night. A piano solo concert, from a friend's son, a solar energy that flowed from another's Were benchmarks, a few lines in the sky, Ephemeral as eccentric son of other friend in a clink of bangles, of a gene gone

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    We have never felt it sufficient to work out the grand logic of it all, in a clear ontology. There emerged no poetry in this blind path Merely a fear of fears, of death and night. A piano solo concert, from a friend's son, a solar energy that flowed from another's Were benchmarks, a few lines in the sky, Ephemeral as eccentric son of other friend in a clink of bangles, of a gene gone

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    Sufficient We have never felt it sufficient in all this In blocks of time we had made quite early One after

    other, the latest one sticking out Earlier ones fading away in a dust of time. We have never felt it sufficient to work out The grand logic of it all, in a clear ontology A hierarchy of speed, a journey in the wild. A mere outcry, a walk in the wind alone Over dry leaves that hid a lizard, nothing. There emerged no poetry in this blind path Merely a fear of fears, of death and night.

    A piano solo concert, from a friends son A solar energy that flowed from anothers Were benchmarks, a few lines in the sky, Ephemeral as eccentric son of other friend In a clink of bangles, of a gene gone awry. All is in a minds dark, in a together-guilt A sons failure in fathers life and thoughts. One does not feel sufficient, father of son.

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