starisea

death (having lost) put on his universe
and yawned: it looks like rain
(theyve played for timelessness
with chips of when)
thats yours; I guess
youll have to loan me pain
to take the hearse,
see you again.

love (having found) wound up such pretty toys
as themselves could not know:
the earth tinily whirls;
while daisies grow
(and boys and girls
have whispered thus and so)
and girls with boys
to bed will go,

~ e.e. cummings

(thanks welntaod!)