Humanity yearns so desperately <br />to equal God's great creativity. <br />In some creations, how we shine: <br />music, dance, storyweaving, wine. <br /> <br />The thunderstorms of madness <br />rain upon us, flooding sadness, <br />sweep us into anguish, grief, <br />into despair without relief. <br /> <br />We're drawn to high castles, <br />where old hunchbacked vessals <br />glare wall-eyed as lightning <br />flares without brightning. <br /> <br />Laboratories in the high towers, <br />where the doctor wields power, <br />creating new life in a dark hour, <br />in the belfry of the high tower.<br /><br />Dean Koontz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/demon-seed-2/
