Would that we could wean them –
draw them safely from their frailties
great unavowed forebodings, FEAR.
There’s likely only here, sweet babies,
here and here and here and HERE.
No one watches high above you;
only flesh and blood can love you.
I know it’s hard, but dare to think
there’s pie – not justice – in the sky
and after this comes The Void Inc.
in that proverbial by and by.
Devise fair systems, draw up new plans –
sow Edens with your own two hands.