Let’s say this is about us,
If we do say so ourselves.
We ourselves invented this.
The monster that poked
At the glass lid looking in
On us and beyond
Us to the outer cosmos
Was a beautiful being,
Was many, many beings
Enabling us to exist,
But that poor monster can’t speak
For us and it never did.
It’s fire and boiling water,
Not the pot that shakes the lid.
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