But not so much it muddies the mind
Grim to a point but not gone
Over to the other side either
Of sadness where falsehood
Arranges its resentments
The task is to stay as stern
As the task beckons us
To move past laughter and tears
Having incorporated both
To volunteer for the invisible
From which this visible world results
And keep a vigil always at that line
Where out of nothing flows
A free creative love
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