All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
We are all born; some remain so.
There's no lack of void.
Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results.
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
POZZO: I am blind. (Silence.) ESTRAGON: Perhaps he can see into the future.