The Sticking Point…



One can almost hear

The sky groan

As the Juggernaut

Of our year

Slowly grinds to

A halt, shudders…

Pauses, changes gear

And reverses trajectory.


Except, one cannot.


How should man

Usurp nature without

The infinite sense

Of cosmos?


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