Silent Night
Where would we be without language,
still naked around the fire
Trading bones with a grunt or moan,
very little to inspire
How could we live without meaning,
every question held at bay
Our futures dark, discovery stark,
all knowledge yea or nay
In a world without transcendence,
harboring ignorance and fright
All answers buried within lost words
—silent in the night
(Wayne Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
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