A POEM TRANSMUTATED

SOME HAVE FOUND COMFORT
IN THINGS SPIRITUAL IN NATURE
SOME HAVE FOUND CERTAINTY
THEY AVOW IN RELIGION OR ZEN
SOME STILL LOOK AT LIFE

AND SEE ONLY DEATH
SOME WILL BE FOREVER MOVED
BY THE WINDS OF CHANGES
BLOWN THEIR WAY BY OTHER MEN
I SUSPECT THERE SHALL COME A CRY
ONE DAY
O' FOOLS
TRUTH IS NEITHER THIS
NOR THAT
NOT EVEN WHAT MAJORITY HAD
NOT EVEN GOODNESS NOR SIN
WHAT WAS WRITTEN WITH THE PEN
THE INK IS DRY
IN THE DARWISHS' DEN

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