Dreams of Our Forebears – Epilogue

Behold, the play unfolds, and I
Am seated near the center row:
I hear the voice of yesterday,
Those too-familiar strains I know –

That we do means everything;
That’s there no “thing” we can’t arrange,
And that we’re unsuspecting of
A vanity
That does not

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