If you could change the world, but didn't yet know that change is natural, the world artificial. Would you choose the symphony of repeated occurrences? Walk the ground as it has been walked? Or slip through to the Void. And of course, fall in love.
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The man gives to his hands
The hands raise a child
The child lost in the maze
The maze made by man
Is it a booklet?
Or is it an instruction manual?
Is it the beginning.
Is it the end.
I witnessed the man with placid eyes and runny nose
fulfilling his task
No God commanded
No Body wanted
No World allowed
He saw wood in trees
When he became jealous of the apes
He ripped meat from the bone
When he herded the cattle
He sang with all his might
So he might appease the birds
But he'll never fly
And even the best man
Was still the Earth's worst bird
And he hunted them on the ground
And he shot them in the air
In the vainest of efforts
To think himself superior
"Certainly they can not build a nest so big"
"Certainly they have no song of the multitude"
And on and on he tricked himself
Always the easiest creature to fool
Into believing that he was flying on the ground
And high above the trees
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