into the

deepest mire

by Roberto Lavidez

in a world

without

absolutes

wisdom

degenerated

until it

gradually sank

into the

deepest

mire of

monkish

superstition

and ignorance

there was

the aggression

not of anger

but of despair

the aggression

of loneliness

the end of

which one

could not

possibly

foresee

with roots

exposed

like claws

crept up

the sand

like crabs

penetrating

the rhetorical

fog that has

engulfed

the issue

life to some

is dependent

on sunlight

to others

upon darkness

reminding one

of his greatest

guilt in all

sorts of

extenuating

circumstances

which have

become

rationalizations

for uncertainty

in reaction to

the challenge

of the radicals

that we must

seek for

the key to

the great

mysteries

of humanity

more than

mere knowledge

in the realm of

abstract thought

to create

the basis for

compromise

perhaps

there is some

small comfort

in that

the idea of

not having 

lived at all

or having 

to die

far from

being complete

in the miserable

remnants

of books

is sabotage

that's what it is

because nature

doesn't know

how to make

dead people

come alive

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