Wet ends

As a language poet says ,we will write
And speak from the area of ignorance.
We write from unknown and ineffable,
A darkness that arises from our sleep,
A common sleep all through the ages
Of ignorance, our misunderstandings.
All things are like, sublime and trivial.
Towards evenings , we are wet in eyes.

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