"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.
