Why would you tell me
That I am still here
As if that was the answer
or a thing that is near
To make circumstances
As an answer of light
It could choke out the faith
And not diminish the night
The truth must be solid
Its foundation must be made
Of that which is perceived
And of that, which is laid
Not leaning to knowledge
Or trusting in self
Or a passive thrust in
From something on a shelf
Come that which is gentle
Come that which is kind
Come that which is sent forth
To take a load off the mind
Then shall we settle
And sit brazed in peace
Of those who knew only
The answer we leased
The Inspiration
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