in-the-point (poems and essays)

In the valley of life

In the valley of life
And amazing lust
Of tongues and wonders
Of the wild forest
In my Earth;
Its air and dust
Its heat and frost
Its lie and truth
In the waters and the giant ocean
In the soup of life and the mystery motion
What’s first and what’s last?
What am I other than a guest?
In my race with myself;
My love and doubt
My fear and hope
My fate and sight
In the seek for love and the higher cost
Of time, passion and blind trust:
Shall it smile with wonderful gift
Or should I be lost?
In my short stay hurrying fast;
My sweet and fire
My reason and defect
My gain and waste

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