Description
You lumbering fools, creatures of ungainly mass
so slow and predictable, forever separate
from the spark that creates:
we pity you
You fortunate souls, with the strength to
change your path,
never at the mercy of inevitability
we salute you
We confused wanderers, uncertain
of our place and changing the rules
all the time –
we are ruled by laws and buffeted
by randomness, yet we try to understand
how we are caught between
the unknown and the unknowable;
little wonder that we balance on the turning point
between order and chaos