Just as we might understand our love
only after (maybe a long time after)
it fades and disappears,
so we might understand our lives
as we advance in years
and it dawns on us that really, truly, deeply,
nothing matters (least of all Progress, science
religion, God and minaret or steeple)
and we can comfort
ourselves only with the futile fantasy
of saving the world from human people.
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