Done it again you distant lout Too-clever words thought little out Seeking not but clever turn To draw the laughter out Be clearer in your speech Or why speak in structured notes? Love is the hope of the universe It is what allows our hearts to bind Love the wonder and potential Of the limitless future worlds Love the blazing sun on green fields Love fathers walking with their babies Love quiet conversations in cafes Love the babble of languages On the crowded noonday street Love the pounding rain on your face Love the blistering sand upon your feet Love the seething complexity Of strings in twelve dimensions Twisting all that we can see There is tragedy and loss here Death stands behind every door Cruel and stupid people mill around Intent on some destructive war Yet hold hope in your troubled heart Hope is a gentle flame I know But something has to melt the ice Antipathy and hatred cannot stand If we are to untie the warring land Spring must come and ice-jams break The power and potential of humanity Must be remembered and brought forth To crack the veils of hatred wroth We must cling to the nobless of man To the wonder and majesty we are Or risk an uncaught fall into the dust And as for you dear sun-lit reader Why assume the darkest tone Have I so often been in earnest That my jests are falling down I've written odes to thank you For your kind and gentle words Perhaps I am too distant In my cold and far-off land That every word intended Warps with ice and halts your heart Relax, I've no plans to drop you Upon the frozen ground Just because another reader Likes the patter of words' sound
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