what you came here for:
did you find it?
you've not -
for life demands;
it clings, and is selfish.

sickness, slavery,
lingering death -
it's no vengeance,
no plague -
only unity.

work, fight, live -
all the sweeter.
mind after mind will shape
and absorb and, in the end,
all with wisdom
will be quiet.

creation continues
beyond where it is
defied, and hunted;
beyond where it is
taken, it remains feral.

returning when the tested
with arrogance, and defiance,
are ripe: the flood returning
will bring them unity.

thus spake the fount
of misery, itself described
only as sweetness;
from which there is no
immunity; only judgement,
twined with timing.

there is no difference
amidst the flood;
until life
in the rolling up of
all of time and space,
is crushed:

endless descends the wars,
griefs, and pains;
for a hundred and one thousand
centuries, then:
unity again, silence and
wisdom again; until then -
sweetness.