Eyes aloft, over dangerous places
The children follow where Psyche flies
And, in the sweat of their upturned faces,
Slash with a net at the empty skies.
-Rudyard Kipling, Wireless, Kaspar's Song in 'Varda'; Traffics And Discoveries Penguin 1904
Will collide in time.
Every bout with joy must ferment in its own
Indecision
Where greenest eyes may see and go and learn.
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