I, for unknown reasons,
Surrounded by the books
Of prophets and theologians,
Of philosophers, poets,
Search for an answer,
Scowling, grimacing,
Waking up at night, muttering at dawn.
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--stolen from Milosz's "A Poem for The End of The Century"
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