Raining, melting snow

banish not divine, entitled, hopes
nor reject Reason’s mighty conquest
but intuit that the humans’ life
is but tragic comedy at best

for whose eyes? it does not matter
to what end, you shall not know
but the currents and immediates
are simply raining, melting snow

be in shelter, show in force
as a pendulum would balance
make meaning days inherent
And may ye never stoop to callous

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Mind the Goons.
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