1905
No matter where you cast your glanceTo escape,
You see nothing but a blinding fog
Of uncertainty.
Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 20, Agni Press, 1983
To escape,
You see nothing but a blinding fog
Of uncertainty.
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