This Thing Called Universal Gravitation
Twenty Billion Light Years Of LonelinessI always sneeze. I wonder why. A lot of dust and dirt around me, perhaps. Or lack of shower. Or both.
Mankind on a little globe
Sleeps, awakes and works
Wishing at times to be friends with Mars.
Martians on a little globe
Are probably doing something; I don't know what
(Maybe sleep-sleeping, wear-wearing, or fret-fretting)
While wishing at time to be friends with Earth
This is a fact I'm sure of.
This thing called universal gravitation
Is the power of loneliness pulling together.
The universe is distorted
So all join in desire.
The universe goes on expanding
So all feel uneasy.
At the loneliness of twenty billion light years
Without thinking, I sneezed.
(translated by Harold Wright)