Monday, May 3, 2010

Fate frightens me, Lydia. Nothing is certain.
At any moment something could happen
To change all that we are.
When we leave what is known, the very step
We take is strange. Grave numens guard
The customary boundaries.
We are not gods: blind, we fear,
And prefer the meager life we know
To novelty, the abyss.

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