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Poems: Poems of Becoming

Does it Matter?

 

I have neither wisdom nor grace in my heart.
It seems to me that I only live
to resolve the fragments of a dream.
After that, nothing matters; I may play in the fields.

After all, we are built to a measure
and must keep time to it. So I
have a limit around the stars, enclosing
the moon, the earth, and this flesh I rest in.

I try; we are all endeavour.
Does it matter if we drown?
The sun lowers, and the sea
is very small. Does it matter if we drown?