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Obsessive
Ruminations
Hard to imagine the galaxies have no symmetry,
or David slaying the giant philistine, Goliath.
Hard to watch the boy running from his father,
or the enraged father hell bent on torturing his son.
Hard to conceive of the hound fearing the rabbit,
or the wily old fox lying down with the lamb.
Hard to accept that man boasts faith in God
when the Tsunami lays waste to all in its path.
Hard to ideate the Red Giant sun, 7.59 billion years
hence consuming the manless Earth in its orbit.
No place then for poetry,
love making, or revolutionary war.
Hard to imagine our own obsessive compulsive finding
enough symmetry in living to persist in a life
without perfection.