My first poem today begins as a comedy but ends as a tragedy. Having said which, I don’t suppose for a moment that the final word has been spoken or the last dice has been cast in the quest for life, human and otherwise. Humans contain both great good and great evil, and myth and poetry and philosophy have told us this abundantly since the dawn of his…
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