The Core
Nature yearningly jabs forth her fingers,
Grasps and claws, yearning to escape gravity,
we stand against,
claim two limbs from her pull.
Two crafty hands whom the core cannot deter;
For it is human nature to defy nature.
Zipline, balloon, swing vine, planes to zoom,
We wish for wings, what we weren’t,
Young Icarus knew too late, itches in our bloodline;
“Flee, flee!” Our instinct screams,
“Fear the core to which you shall return!”
Like a child coming of age,
The spaceship hugs his Mother’s hip,
Only to fling farther from her still.
The space-borne twin drinks from the fount’,
Ol’ Einstein knew too soon, 'Flee, flee!”
“Fear the core to which you shall return!”
The Universe itself flees the core,
Just as we flee our nuclear inventions:
As dust flees dynamite.
