"They said the world had fallen on its face
And no-one saw the hand that waved.
So I in self assuredness of youth, set out alone.....
And knew a deeper sorrow. For on the morrow,
Though I found the world, Yet when I turned it faceward to the sky, there were no ears, no eyes, no nose, no feature to be saved...
Only the greying blankness of all space." Anything changed? The Young Poet (me) several years older.