"The good lambs
in the yellow barn--the rest
housed in blue." By

"the rest," meaning those who
--the guide explained--inevitably
arrive suffering. "For

some do," he added.
Soft.
Serious. This--like

a new lesson. As to
some among us, it was,
it seemed. The usual

stammer of heart the naive
tend to, in the face of what finally
is only the world. What

must it be, to pass
thus--clean, stripped--
through a life? What

reluctance the mind
shows on recognizing
that what it approaches

is, at last, the answer
to the very question it knows
now, but

too late,
oh better to never to have never
put forward. What I

mean is we moved
closer,
in,