Sunday, September 15, 2013

First bursts of mirth hurt

Hurt’s the heart of our world
Hot’s the iron core
Admiring our blue pearl,
who could ask for more?
Who asked H to mix and squeeze?
Who asked birds, who asked the trees?
Who asked you, for to eat meat?
Who asked the hawk, the shark, the cheet’?
Who asked the wasp, her spider to sting?
Who asked the monk, his bell to ring?
Who asked smoke in the air to rise,
and molecules push aside,
with such disregard for their comfort?
Who asked you to open your eyes?

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