Try a redhot coal on your palm
your hand may not burn
The sun that rose faithfully
for a billion years
may not rise tomorrow
The table in front of you
stuck by gravitation
may fly to the ceiling
any moment.
Absurd?
Maybe
but my imagination has refused
to circle the sun forever.
No, not impossible
to defy Nature, much less man.
Try a redhot coal on your palm.
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