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Wonder and Fear
Many, including I, often fear the future.
We fear life - because it's not concrete - because we cannot, and will not, learn it's mysteries.
Because nothing is certain.
And those who prosper - can thank only luck
How can one keep the good in mind? - they ask
I ripped a page out of Whitman, so that no matter where I went, I would always remember to celebrate myself.
For our atoms would keep each other company.
How can one overcome mortality whence the fall begins? - they ask
I don't think of it as falling, so much as flying.
But heavy thoughts - make me heavy.
What if history forgets us - they ask - How can one live forever?
Just as history repeats itself, so are we repeated - by embodiment - and inspiration. What inhumanity was mustard gas - was napalm - is now, atoms and pestilence and lasers.
They - as well as we - inspire - and embody - and live on.
Live on - to destroy. A purpose.
What purpose can there be in such chaos - that is the world? - they ask
Often I walk the road first - and find out after, where it leads.
poem
by
C.S. Smith
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