At the end the psalms are sung
and proverbs pondered.
At the end, long after prophets spoke,
long after beginnings were lost
in the myths of Eden.
Such is the state of Man
when in song he laments of life
before his days are ended
in forgotten epitaphs.
Such is his state of mind
when childhood recedes to myths.
At the end, one asks and learns:
neither lineage nor heritage,
nor the rant of minor prophets,
matters.
One cries out in psalms and lamentations
and sings the songs of Solomon,
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