While in the world of the found selves, Lost to the sunlit, rainy world, The motor-driven cannot stop. This is the world where value is Abstract, and preys on things, and things Are changed to thoughts that have a price. Cost + greed – fear = price: Maury Telleen thus laid it out. The need to balance greed and fear Affords no stopping place, no rest, And need increases as we fail. But now, in summer dusk, a man Whose hair and beard curl like spring ferns Sits under the yard trees, at rest, His smallest daughter on his lap. This is because he rose at dawn, Cared for his own, helped his
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