In honor of question,
To human destination,
Of what relation,
With the everlasting.
If beginning had no end,
Or was the middle,
Where the trouble began,
Starts another riddle.
Something of darkness,
Shelter out the night,
Shadows follow as grey mist,
Looking about the light.
From king to slave,
From ant to elephant,
Of hunter and prey,
My poet rant.
A wondering stone,
In my ignorant tone,
To sing another song,
About the light where I belong.................
FTBAS 6.16.12
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