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pity this busy monster manunkind not Progre

pity this busy monster manunkind
not. Progress is a comfortable disease
your victumdeath and life safely beyond
plays with the bigness of his littleness
electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen until unwish
returns on its unself.
A world of made
is not a world of born pity poor flesh
and trees poor stars and stones but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical
ultraomnipotence. We doctors know
a hopeless case if listen there's a hell
of a good universe next door let's go
e. e. cummings .

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