Ingenious

Your life?
A snow-flake falling
Out of invisibility
Into nothingness.
Odd ingenious snow-flake,
Able to acquire smudge
In this most evanescent of descents!
HAPPY ARE WE
Happy are we who have no eyes to see
The huge blackness surrounding petty light.
Kind the gods who gave us only sight
Of glowing playthings-river, star or tree.

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