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Steve Andrews from Guernsey

• “pity this busy monster, manunkind,
  
  not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
  your victim (death and life safely beyond)
  
  plays with the bigness of his littleness
  --- electrons deify one razorblade
  into a mountainrange; lenses extend
  unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
  returns on its unself.
   A world of made
  is not a world of born --- pity poor flesh
  
  and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this
  fine specimen of hypermagical
  
  ultraomnipotence. We doctors know
  
  a hopeless case if --- listen: there's a hell
  of a good universe next door; let's go”
  
  E. E. Cummins
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