O sweet spontaneous earth
n OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s
...and down they forgot as up they grew.
O sweet spontaneous earth how often has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty thou answereth them only with spring.
(existing's tricky:but to live's a gift)
hate blows a bubble of despair into hugeness world system universe and bang -fear buries a tomorrow under woe and up comes yesterday most green and young