Pansies (Lawrence)/At Last—

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AT LAST———
When things get very bad, they pass beyond tragedy.
And then the only thing we can do is to keep quite still
and guard the last treasure of the soul, our sanity.

Since, poor individuals that we are,
if we lose our sanity
we lose that which keeps us individual
distinct from chaos.

In death, the atom takes us up
and the suns.
But if we lose our sanity
 ​nothing and nobody in the whole vast realm of space
wants us, or can have anything to do with us.
We can but how! the lugubrious howl of idiots
the howl of the utterly lost
howling their nowhereness.

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