Attempt of writing a poem in the Audian style

Human existence

In a world composed of wisdom

Knowledge without knowing why.

Still, crucial to prosper.

In a world composed of people

Crowds without identity’s warmth.

Still, community’s love aside.

In a world composed of categories

Art as liberty, science as equality.

Still, justice is remote.

In a world composed of change

Natural processes lacking eternity.

Still, moon’s mask remains.

In the End

“The self-observed observing Mind / We meet when we observe at all / Is not alarming or unkind / But utterly banal” (Auden, Friday’s Child)

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