Biased
P Patti Masterman
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The sky above is cloaked with stars,
In galaxies of kindred suns;
Fire to faraway diamonds turned,
From sun to setting sun.
The sky unsettled ocean is,
Where scintillate tides go by;
And rumored life may somewhere dwell,
Hid from the roving eye.
And God himself, a rumor, myth;
The giant eye of fate,
Who orbits all our trials and cares-
We, who arrived so late.
From lowly amoeba to high-class brain,
We pride ourselves the highest,
Alone; out of this whole huge world-
We have a selfsame bias.
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