a people shaped toomany-ness far too
and will it tell us who we are and will
it tell us why we dream and will it tell
us how we drink crawl eat walk die fly do?
a notalive undead too-nearishness
and shall we cry and shall we laugh and shall
entirely our doom steer his great small
wish into upward deepness of less fear
much more than climbing hope meets most despair?
all knowing’s having and have is (you guess)
perhaps the very unkindest way to kill
each of those creatures called one’s self so we’ll
not have (but i imagine that yes is
the only living thing) and we’ll make yes
- e.e. cummings