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  Steve Allen
   
     
 
AT THE END?

Here at the monastery
on the roof of the world,
the world we came to
to uncover,
I'm saddened.

We talk of orchids, volcanoes .
every glory,
save one, it seems.

And in the taverna
at the end of the world,
the world we temporarily inhabit
to discover,
I'm confused

Bougainvillea, sunflower, lily .
every flower interests you,
save one, it seems.

 


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