All I ever looked for was
Not for myself only; also for mine.
Dumbstruck, I learned the futility of being
Tell me, how does one get
pleasure out of life?
How, when so much engenders pain?
Only maudlin moments of forgetfulness
Unloose the tears that turn the blood to
Simple Simon went into a
Hoping to return his damaged wife.
A drunken druid drove him forth again,
Laughing like a god at his distress:
Take her, fool! For you she'll do just
Longing comes easy in
darkness. I should
Open my eyes, turn on the light. A knife,
Viciously twisting, argues for pain.
Eagerly I press on, in fear of
There! Do you see the
High on that mountain?
Even here there
Light! Do you see
Only darkness. You see
Reflections of dreams. Here
Tomorrow. Who can
Hope any longer for light?
Yet there it is! We must
Go towards it, or else--
Or be of those who love
Darkness, luminous darkness . . .
Wealth isolates, hardship
In darkness people hold hands.
Those only who cry out are comforted.
However we live, death is the same.
And so we come to know Thy
Lounging easy in our rights,
Loving only as need demands,
The grace most sought
Happiness inextricable from shame.
Yet we, too, have known lidless
Hope is not for one who
Even blameless, we are rejected.
All are lost who win the game.
Reason renders only lights.
Those who fear know Thy commands.
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