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Like scissors cut from the head the hair
That’s the way we were born in the Cosmos.
Wandering atoms,
molecules of discard,
rottenness of the universe,
ephemeral chemical structures,
extreme outskirts of living beings,
first in the nothingness of perishable,
first among the oblivion,
sick walk-ons star like,
beard of planets,
transitory living form
which has not still right understood
its correct value in the complex alchemy
of the world.
Pain and pleasure
What else are you
But not two opposite chemical transformations?
Law and Ethic, brakes of fear?
Power, fallacious safety’s illusion?
I do believe that if tomorrow we disappeared,
Even exploding around with all our folly
the Cosmos would not however realized
we are not anymore !
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