Passive suffering is not a theme
For poetry. Is, then, passivity
A useless pose, mere emptiness extreme,
No more, and unavailing, pointlessly
Positioning itself (if one can say
An inactivity can place itself at all)
Within the void, refusing every ray
Of light that promises a likely fall
In favor of a dark infinity
Unlit and motionless? Can we accept
(Unpassively, somehow) that there can be
No virtue in such suffering except
What action may accrue? Not so. I will
Write poetry upon that subject still.
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