DON'T RUSH THE EGG
It's just an omelette anyway,
an already broken concept on
a tortured sea of dream : Who
was it made these things and
came up with these ideas? Can
you tell me that. Borderlines along
rivers, OK, that I can understand,
but random across levels of soil?
Who says? Like the chicken ranging
freely, things just go to where they
may. Your banner-day-efforts at
controlling all sorts are useless
in the end. Rivers, valleys, basins
and bowls, crevasses and hilltops
too. Wherever you need to go,
this meadow will have to do.
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