"At this moment
this earth which for all we know
is the only place in the vault of darkness
with life on it is wound in a fine veil
of whispered voices griping the frayed waves
of absence they keep flaring up
out of hope entwined with its opposite
to wander in ignorance as we do
when we look for what we have lost
lone moment touching the earth and the nest
straying far out past the orbits and webs
and the static of knowledge they go on
without being able to tell whether
they are addressing the past or the future
or knowing there they are heard these words
of the living talking to the dead."
-Merwin
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