WHY NOT?
Why not found, touched or known?
In the stagnant void of this cold
And clutching night,
Lives there one seed,
One root or flower,
One tender beginning touched
By one loving God?
The silent face of the deep mirrors
This steel-fingered embrace
Of fate’s grim mandate.
There are no more tears,
Only the name of this night:
Loneliness.
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