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Gracefully, grotesquely, a weed may stand.

That’s why I seek, but never find

The thing, minute as a grain of sand,

That lies and lurks within my mind.

Yet do I turn and see about

All I can feel, but never know:

Its full existence I cannot doubt

Though its solidity never shows.

There is something in the living of life

That Man will never comprehend;

A thing that mental strain and strife

Can only cause the mind to rend.

Omnivorous lover of life with interests from poetry/literature and science to geopolitics, health and art. IFB. alecramzurc312@gmail.com

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