Like the climates of different countries
The shifting moods of the world-I
All going on at once night and day
What kind of mind is this
Hurrying us all along
How much of it
Is it even conscious of itself
This child genius of the planets
I try to hold it in my little mind
When it laughs or cries out
My feeble fingers reach
For its giant hand I whisper
For whatever it's worth
I'm here I'm here
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