whether it was well willed stills
when the wind drops teasing us
with raindrops and cats in trees
changing our way of time at last
frees feelings forgotten if unfelt
opens peaceful avenues of acts
everything gets done or not less
critical than we once imagined
works out not necessarily well
who will judge if we are gone
what matters on what basis in
what currency can sum itself up
where then is this thought going
through vagueness into crystal
this it self-knowing undeceived
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