Imperfection
Stars
Mute ancient witnesses
Deep in a universe where the magic of matter is made
With your Cyclopean eyes
You saw how Earth’s inhabitants grew
How we evolved and stood up on our feet
Turning grunts into speech
Paws into hands
How fire amazed us
And the wheel
And the secrets of atoms
I am asking you, stars
Have we humans become so perfect
That we are able to see our imperfections?
Copyright © Betim Muco | Year Posted 2011
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