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Ponderings Kristen Cox When floundering in the hidden seas A wandering soul drifts past unseeing eyes And brittle madness reads the lines Of flimsy scripts long forgotten When chaos breeds in electric fumes And warriors walk into their tombs There to wait, not to fight Quietly slipping into the night . . . Falling tears from age-old fears Will come to haunt us once again. When blackness breathes in every heart And welcomed, there, the cold and dark When light is gone from every eye Yet joy is proclaimed unto the sky To be heard in every ear That this is better than prior years When thought is cast aside for hate And reasoning has barred the gate . . . Falling tears from age-old fears Will come to haunt us once again. When the mind again turns to the past But remembers well the time to come; Considering threads of causality And that fate or will is theirs to play When learning comes as logic ought With experience and reason at its side When for our freedom each breath is fought And by its light all acts considered To find the limits and limitless delight Of endless reaches of human might Our self-willed walls falling out of sight— Then falling tears from age-old fears May dry away, once again. 16