It is a cruel world,

We discover,

Or rather there are bits of cruelty 

Lying around like stones,

Awaiting all the perfect ones

To pick them up

And carry them

Into millennia.

Cast them! Cast them!

Thine careless words!

You who are perfect and without sin!

Cast them, cast them

Cast them again!

Cast them like dice

Whose numbers weigh

Upon the hearts that you would slay.

For as I live and breathe and die, here,

Broken-heartedly, today,

I know I will rise in the rosy fingered dawn,

And yawn like a cat, and verily say

That I have also discovered love

And beauty and truth 

And pleasure and peace of mind

In this cruel world of pain.

-jenn