Is it an empty space, <br />a hole so dark, invisible <br />or could it be <br />that rotten gas <br />has filled it <br />for eternity? <br />What value then, <br />oh, rationale <br />the work of forces <br />of the devil? <br />How could creation <br />mock itself <br />produce a blob <br />of utter shame <br />and warm it <br />with the sun's <br />own rays?<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/error-of-creation/
