A thing or two of
What's on the everyday show.
How in your unknowing,
To us worldly crew,
You say the truest thing.
How, standing on a square pavement
You, to Hobbes and yourself,
Say aloud in panels scant
- Fleeting panels like fleeting life itself ! -
Life is but the square,
The beginning just a crack in concrete
The end a crack similar
In the middle we stand and meet
For what purpose ? Wherefore come we ?
And the sky shines black in gloom
On our essential loneliness
While you and Hobbes loom
Thoughtful till it passes.
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written in June '10.
