The Cosmos' Conquerors

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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 !

Sighing at the Universe

We might call it God

It's already  dawn 

somewhere in the east

 while the same sun

 is setting down

 yonder in  the west

 and seven billions hearts are throbbing

 all around the earth

 with their evil and good

moved by the same force

 that pushes the rivers, the seas and the stars:

 we might call It God

Mistery, Cosmos or Physics' Laws

 but that's It.

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