The Quirk of Nature
What unspeakable secrets
he conceals in his mind,
What spiteful thoughts
he sweeps under the rug
of his conscience,
what untenable desires
he breeds in his heart?
No heavens can compare
them in their complexity,
No oceans match their depth,
No erupting volcanoes
can match in their fury
No vicious hurricanes
match their destructive force;
Man, thou art the quirk of nature!
~Brian Strand contest
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