(By Gub, the 4th of July, 2011, London)
The wind felt tree,
Felled for fuel-
The child in the playground
Driving their own kids to school-
The pristine wedding gift, tarnished,
Bereft of sheen-
Away from the motions of marvel
From those now unseen-
The burden of science is to unlock
The past
Unravel the mystery of life with
Boundless zeal
Ignore the weakened answers
To an unquenchable expansive quest
The space between us shrinks, as conscience
Drifts-
Dark matter - irresolute, unresolvable-
A human symphony, cacophonic youth which age mutes into
a dull hiss
-A blur-
And we're gone
Sunday, 10 July 2011
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