Rhythm

In a world that’s lost its song

How can we know right from wrong?

How do we dance when there’s no tune?

How do we howl when we see no moon?

Can we re-find the rhythm of life

In a world beset with so much strife?

About a foolhardy florilegium

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

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