I fear this talk.
For answers may still be incomplete.
And I will have lost one of my many reasons to weep.
For it is moving forward
Or perhaps to the past.
One must never know the dread that may last.
Or maybe it is the similar,
But unequal in comparison, talk
That I truly recoil from.
That one that must build on the original.
I will just say I fear both.
Perhaps the only sound answer I must seek.
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