From that first screaming moment
When we discover we are alive,
Trapped in the kaleidoscope of sounds and sights,
Profusions of fearsome shapes, colors, noises,
We are gifted to be bestowed with fears
Of dangers of inherited traditions.
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Good and bad are acquired skills.
The unexpected can be a threat,
Or simply, surprisingly, a joke.
Those initial skills of walking, tasting, talking,
Take root in happy guesses that in the end
Fail, as understandings crumble into disasters
Out of foolish ignorance of a universe of no concern
For you, for me, for life itself, a minor phenomenon
That occurs as minor accidents like thunder in an electric cloud.
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That sense of you or me must smoulder in each of us.
Not be imposed as disciplines or philosophies or faiths.
As rarities we must behave in caution to observe the musts
And must nots to observe, preserve the most delicate of webs
Of flies or bees, of fertile seas. giraffes and spider webs
So the joys, delights of birds in flights now here
May persevere.