Progress is a comfortable disease

(excerpt)

pity this monster,manunkind

not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim(death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
-electrons deifying one razorblade
into a mountainrange;lenses extend

unwish through curving wherewhen til unwish
returns on its unself.

by e e cummings (October 14, 1894 – September 3, 1962)
from Selected Poems, 2007
XI Targets of Satire
Misanthropic Moods
2 pity this busy monster,manunkind
image – macrohpile

Tags: Change, Limitations
Posted in e. e. Cummings

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