[duet]

vii

but it's no more the fault of our stars

than that of ourselves - only ourselves:

that we failed to see,

                         to listen, to try

what we desired - what we wished; and failed

to observe our own surroundings.

and so failed to do what would have, perhaps,

saved ourselves, and many others besdies.

but all that is for naught, now;

only if in another life, another time,

maybe what's wrong now will

be something again.

maybe the rain will fall once more, the skies cloud,

the sun die, and the seas arise;

and maybe the moon will return and

outshine the stars, and maybe the earth

will rumble and shift

and the universe turn over on its side

and everything change again.

for even cosmic powers from above

hold no sway where humans dwell:

they, over us, watch and wait

but can do no more, as we can do no less.

in all the great river of fate,

not one current moves by the will of one

                                                                        nor many.