No matter.  the search for truth
remains
what it has always been:  a quest
for that which cannot be found.

Now with my still-sturdy staff,
my failing lamp in hand, I will walk
on and leave behind these lettered
monuments, this snorting crowd.

My feet are bare, my mind is clear.
I hope to meet some distant day
that honest man.  There are none here.
                        John Haines