Is it clear what we're to do?
Walking around, we hear always a sound
beneath the orange glow of city streets.
The faint dim starlight exiled to lonely nights
far from home.
Is it just for me and you?
Dodging, hiding, fleeing to cafes,
while children talk and laugh and play,
and life and love and loneliness,
sit and simply wait.
When Esther danced, did her heart shine through?
Did she know her heart, her self, her life would be
yet here today for you and me:
shall we look and think and pray,
Or sit and simply wait?
Arbtirary thoughts on nearly everything from a modernist poet, structural mathematician and functional programmer.
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