For the doing, or
For the having done?
Dark, starry heaven,
Absentee landlord,
We live in your world,
On a mote circling
A spark, on the arm
Of a swirling fire
On top of a wall
Of dark attractions
Folding time and light
So both disappear
In night always night.
For the having done
Or for the doing?
We are the giants
For whom other lives
Dedicate their lives
Without our knowing,
As you don’t know us,
Your motes, your poets,
Regardless, who write.
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