Dreamt on January 15th 1981
Unrenewable resources,
the product of countless ages,

suffer profligate use

by everyday fools.

Yet the astonishing truth is

that we seeming wasters

are part of the very process

whereby the stuff of the world

discovers its hidden nature

and plays its deadly game

of innocent wondrous being.

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