There is no Pinnacle

There is no pinnacle so high
Where one could touch the boundaries of the sky:
No truth to man made clear, however true,
But doubt assails, and fears affront-, and you
Seeking some channel of escape from life
Find there the bitterness of futile strife.
From life one gains
But death;- and gaining death finds life ahead.
For life springs forth
From out the dust of yet the living dead.

– Circa 1928

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