Life has gone out of hands.
With all those cells and cancers, and dust, mites, plastic,
telescopes and televisions- aerodynamics, patisseries, black holes and
submarines, oil, coal, trains and radio transistors.
It’s gone out of hands; there’s no room for simplicity in
this madness.
Nothing is ever quiet with the noise of fridges, lamps,
hissing chargers and public transport.
Even birds seem to have fallen asleep…
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