O nameless untamable
joy of bright morning—
unpopulated white light
wasting inexhaustible time
playing in the mazes
of silent faceless ice—
please excuse humanity's
abominably late
entrances, they
cannot help it; please
break them off a piece
of your eagerness
to mind not a bit
of scarcity or lack.
When they wake
they inevitably
wake feeling dark
blue and starving.
