Life and death,
Between the two I see no difference
For I searched but found- Forgiveness?
For it I sought not
But found it still
Like a diamond in fabled hay made hill
A needle in that hill I sought
Yet my fate a diamond brought
Yet in arrogant rebellion I cast afar that precious stone
And here still searching
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Written a childish, almost whimsical nature, this poem strives to demonstrate the childlike nature of our own wisdom and the feebleness of our own reality.