The difference
The 'world' is out of question, out of danger. It has known a great deal. Above all to spin, to adorn itself with passage of things adorning, with itself, each passing thing. It feeds on much we love and loath, much, in other words, we don't know : 'good' and 'foul' and 'fast' and 'more' are holes in our begging-bowl. We were in danger, we shall be guided by self-surity An eyed man doubts not his sight Anyone breathing brags himself alive Shielded in ambition, he is ready to miss The ethereal arrow. Would you, say, with goods galore, kin more than many, reckon yourself buried already? Would I; quarrying outcome, fondling praise or pearls of concord, suspect myself lost? 'Our' world is in danger - heartless doings, countless, one atop another in collective effort to fill bottomless pits to tuck the abysses neat and fringe bare existence with meaning ankles to feet! In the world voids brim with ghostly stars, heavenly waters; are ramme