Entering what's already there.
Seeking life man delves into the depths of his nerves,
what then does his spirit seek when it strives to escape them?
Thoughtless, blind, numb, content -
and sleep approaches like a tender friend.
It is the season when the geese break up and start their flight,
yet here is only peace and no inkling to avoid.
Still, it seems the same: It's facing up to -
only in a different way.
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