so here we are again to experience
the bitter, scalding end,
we’re the only ones who can perceive it,
but others sing of beauty
and the story that has enfolded as one
that deserves praise and ritual,
my pessimistic lines,
your superstitious lives,
and the modern age’s lies
won’t absolve you
and the professorial truth,
and the dear clairvoyant youth,
and, of course, the nightly news,
will deceive you (watch out).
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