A Design of No Wit
A big bang has occurred
The boogie of creation recurred!
On a cord in a womb,
Life revolves around it-
Or a lover’s tomb,
The mourner rotates around it.
This gyre spins from habit
It’s a design without wit.
My tongue wags profanities?
Then explain your inanities!
If love is not a gain,
Then, why its loss a pain?
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