when everyone wandering in the big mud ball
set to roll on the silver tray minds a just way
to be in the presence of all sapiens blown clean
within the mist of stars dust to partake matter
and energy in cosmic selfgenerating brother-
hood then it will cease to shine dark mighty
from the pulse of the born and unborn hanging
on steel thongs as the rest is held still on
the rack of babbletalk meanwhile the elephants
stand ill at ease and can not quite see discord
there is only the feeble fire from the great
bang burning time until the last call by request
of most shows the pious rewarded heavenly
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