all the reasons of the world are laid bare to me,
I have spoken with Death, I know his cause.
I cannot even claim to misunderstand,
to obfuscate, to confuse, to deny;
not even the energy of bewilderment, and panic.
I saw at the beginning that the world was born
and the ending was sheathed immediately therein.
if only grief had not worn in me a track -
but this shape will not admit any joy.
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