In Search of Meaning discussion

Here is an extract:

H e r m e s-
Like Orphans we look into
The arms of Night,
Drowning in the uncertainty
Of our own Reflection.
Between Dog and Wolf
We are born unbidden,
Shadows from out the distant f lame.
Looking forward we look back again,
Sedentary slumbers and Lethargic rites,
Memories gleam past like receding tides,
What is unwritten is unseen,
The Future is an illusion,
Neither what is nor what should be.

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