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It always starts somewhere:
Sometimes as a word,
Sometimes as a gesture.
It starts and falls upon the waves
And rumbles through the falls.
It reaches unbelievable speeds!
Like a storm in its most intense moments
It rushes through all obstacles,
Its meaningless contents revealed
In its battered form.
 
God knows I’ve tried to see it
From all possible angles!
I’ve tried to see if somewhere 
On its weather beaten form 
I should discover 
A dying flicker of a flame; 
But no.
 
In darkness all shapes are painful
And their context must be guessed at.
In darkness one's down to one's basics:
There is no choice but to go on.
Or else be easily fooled by a firefly;
Or a stranger's smooth lies.