The ominous producers of disjointed
thought
Could be held in one hand raised over
head.
And though witnesses numbered few in
kind,
Fertile soil beckoned between bewildered
feet.
Oh, how difficult be it to open that one
hand,
Allowing the eager black pearls to kiss
earth?
Though at times it seems a less neurotic
thing
To contain ourselves oh so laboriously
tight,
It is most insane living in fear to let
go.