—two small poems:
Lady
The Universe is a lady
Holding within her the unborn light—
Our Lady, Nostre Dame.
It is fitting that Nostradamus could predict the future.
That is a function of our lady,
We the tealeaves.
—by Jack Kerouac
A Man Said to the Universe
A man said to the universe:
“Sir, I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of Obligation.”
—by Stephen Crane