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le 22 septembre 2018





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Ancient Questions ~ Chase Twitchell

Posted by bleodswean on 2018.09.22 at 22:01
Originally posted by bleodswean in greatpoets. Reposted by madman101 at 2018-09-22 22:01:00.

Why must I settle for myself
the ancient questions?

No one asked me to.

I look up. These leaves are the embers
of the peak: darker, more intense, finally

devoid of green, which I find more beautiful.

I choose between them. Why?
Are they not a single autumn?

I see that all questions collapse
into one, but what is it?

Why do I still not know its words?

The cold brook of striving talks to me at night.
It says, Wake up. Stop doing anything else.

Is that a calling? It's not an invitation.

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