Geisteswissenschaft
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1 min readNov 10, 2017
A light to face the black night
engendering uncertain sight.
A blanket against death’s chill,
meaning for the individual will.
Must be some something more,
here upon life’s mortal shore.
A way breathe, to be and see
in the breaking murk of day
a path to follow on the way.
To love each other and to die,
a place to rest beneath the sky.
To discover what really matters
in the human world that shatters,
even as we strive and strain
to fight through lives of pain,
seeking the lost track again.
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