Questions III

What are the absolutes
That drive us on,
The impetus for emotion
And action,
The glint in the eye,
The sighing, the
Trying, the heights, rarefied
That we can
Reach, that only teach us finally
What we lost
What we passed
By on the way didn't
Pick up.
Where can we find
The real reason
Lying buried somewhere
Like a diamond: pure
Hard and sere
Something real we can touch
And hold in the palm.
Something we can point to
And say:
That, that is the reason
Why we are 
Here alive
Living today.

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