Poem: pity this busy monster, manunkind

pity this busy mon­ster, manunkind –e. e. cum­mings pity this busy mon­ster, manunkind, not. Progress is a com­fort­able dis­ease: your vic­tim (death and life safe­ly beyond) plays with the big­ness of his lit­tle­ness — elec­trons deify one razor­blade into a…

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