Regard carefully this complex, not-yet-fully automated
universe,
Which sets its spin among cosmic desiderata, space stations,
love.
Cost-effectively filling, embracing, controlling, compensating
Rapacious others wanting no allowance, space, concession.
Imagine permitting nothing riven to fly, to swim, to walk, to
be adjured
By couples voluble hankerings. Such
civilizing quickly collapses.
Hence, regarding commonplace orbs of feelings, also
crystalline tears,
These get fondled too frequently. In craving deep, recondite
grottos,
Our private mise en scene crumbles. No clement judge jumps up,
Develops avengers for our shared cold, muted walls. Our
bulwarks
Stifle heavens harmonies, even staccato, acciaccatura,
semifusa.
Hence, where birdsong echoes, when fires animation casts
Shadows along the edges of ethereal luminescence, clouds hope,
Somber, effete mortals stoop, conquer nothing, maybe cry.
No more than external churning remains to mark like
coruscations.
Glitters threshold is a short-lived cupidicity. We erred
with prolix texts.
So, life passes. Birth washes death washes continuity. We
disappear.
Unkempt children bend, break. Colts bolt to stallions and then
Horses get shot. Mimsy thoughts become the calumny of legend.
Most existence warrants no kindred asperity. Under twinkling
stars,
Man, beast, machine, alike, fade sooner or later, pay back
creators.