may always be the
archetypal fear;
But the truth is,
there is far too much
here to defend.
Time is so ample,
in some sense it
never advances;
and the sky, always
so far away—what
are the chances
there won't always be more
to mistrust
in those immortals
whose intelligence
was too lavish
to be blighted by death
and yet, too humble
to now seem quite
foolish instead?
