I couldn't repair the world if I tried.
The foundations of fountains, forests,
-bridges suspended over bottomless
rivers. Those bodies like their own
suspension over cushions and pillows.
Soft things don't crumble like the hard.
And it's the hardest part,
and it's crumbling, the world in need
of repair.
O, where is the repairman?
Can anyone find him, to fix this mess.
Scoop with your hands boy! Collect
all you can, place it aside and scoop
some more!
But all the boy said,
"I couldn't collect all this dust if I tried."
And at that moment, something in
the molten core of the earth had vanished,
died.
