This is another fine dark poem describing how we can each lose our way and our innocence piece by piece and that once lost it can never be regained. My suggestion is that rather than trying to discern the difference between good and evil, one should seek only to see and know and participate in the good. Did you know that the anglo saxon word for God means 'good'? Anyway, I am babbling now. Read William Blake the English poet. Check out 'The Clod and the Pebble'. If you have not ever read it, I am sure you would like it. You might also read his poem that starts out with the line 'I went to the Garden of Love'. Anyway, forgive me if you are already completely familiar with his work. He like you had passion.
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This is another fine dark poem describing how we can each lose our way and our innocence piece by piece and that once lost it can never be regained. My suggestion is that rather than trying to discern the difference between good and evil, one should seek only to see and know and participate in the good. Did you know that the anglo saxon word for God means 'good'? Anyway, I am babbling now. Read William Blake the English poet. Check out 'The Clod and the Pebble'. If you have not ever read it, I am sure you would like it. You might also read his poem that starts out with the line 'I went to the Garden of Love'. Anyway, forgive me if you are already completely familiar with his work. He like you had passion.