You grace a flesh if you take a breath
From a recycling sperm and egg
An eclipse or an enclosed system or earth.
Mere human stretch your haematic hands
To thumb through and touch the skies
Rather love and hate at same time
To free the gains by cascading germs.
Inks we paint last for a donkey years
If it drops, down it comes like giant tears.
Socrates insane; but has a right
To let it grow a green with a light
A tuber of yam he may wish to plant
While dropping in the sky a vapour of wit
For you and the coming to take home with
Mere human let this not be so confusing
For whatever we generate stays with us
It’s essential to note the anthropogenic
More of it no clouds but smog
Giant tears drops while skins turn alien
Aliens living in an isoform of the sun
Earlier now to mitigate the ream
For unto our faith or fate
They shall be no heaven, no hell:
If no spherical earth.