LIKE A POSSIBILITY OF RHYME When I despair to review the tragic state of our being so intensely here and now, yet always after the fact of struggling in vain for escape and return to some aging harmonious future by conquest of continents and stars, I remember and renew the happy chance of agreeing now and then somehow as inspiration to act on similar views and aim to revive and relearn a gentle, cooperative culture by planting trees and adoring stars we sense the agility of time.

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