Is this all we can know?
Walking. Running. Driving. Riding. Wanting_more.
Is this the way that all will grow?
Are we but cogs in mechanical exhaust?
In the heart-of-hearts, from deep unto deep
I just cannot accept nor is it possible to believe
that all this Progress is to an end
with means that just don’t mean
For there is more. We can have less.
In this Sensus Divinus
we will know rest.