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The Reunion

Everywhere I look, I see glittering smiles

That detract from the image

Of the drops falling within each glass;

Furious tempest of indifferent ideas,

Lament of mothers, who no longer mothers,

Can only but cry besides graves.

And in that instant of inward reflection 

I stop being present; being myself;

In that moment of thoughtless thoughts,

Unfinished conversations, stares, laughter,

I think the world can no longer surprise me;

I understand I know nothing, and therefore,

I know it all.