|made by julene.|
elsewhere the world may be
blustering or sleeping,
wars are fought,
people live and die,
some nations disintegrate,
while others are born,
soon to be swallowed up in turn-
and in all this sound and fury,
amidst eruptions and undertows,
while the world goes its merry way,
bursts into flames,
tears itself apart and is reborn:
human life continues to throb.
so, let us drink a cup of tea.