Wearied by these discussions of things I cannot affect
Storms darken the skies over mountains coasts plains deserts
Bombs fall upon the helpless here and here and here
Parties await the change of the year in metropolei cities towns villages
Babies get born die people get sick die some recover all eventually die
All sometimes just too much and I want to say stop of course nothing stops
My primeval self-concept urges flight back to measured tranquility
Suspension of belief wants immersion again in Skeptical therapeutics
Indeed this provides a temporary respite but only that
Now a different path engages me
With this world other worlds the endless arguments that give them form.
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