The beast of the cosmos staggers, <br />wounded by the weapon of its own life. <br /> <br />Fearful of mistakes, <br />we tread on diamonds <br />while searching for silver. <br /> <br />Dewdrops on spiderwebs; <br />sit lightly with life.<br /><br />Art Rosch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/three-very-brief-poems/
