Hunting for Answers to Autumnal Questions

Within your sights is Life,
       Can it be seen?
Can this miracle be felt
In a heart beating fast,
Or a breath being held?

How can the alerted brain,
Directing this drama
(With the finger of a god),
Ever find Peace, living
With mere images of life
In the presence of death?
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