Hope!

Hope springs eternal;
futures resting kernel.
Somewhere in this place
life without disgrace.
Where all that matters
is left in tatters
no place for hope
swinging on a rope.
Future’s rhythms there
were life not so bare.
To seek, find, and learn
futures we must earn.
Our past in decay;
where is life’s new way?

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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