A Knife's Edge

By: ajlavery (School of Physics and Astronomy)
Competition Year: 2014
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The follies of man,
Cast into light,
Fickle in time,
Devoid of might,

On a knife's edge we sit,
Of chance values persist,
Imprudent to deny,
Our luck in cosmic die,

The hu'ble mind sees farthest:
That we should remain,
On this Earthly grain,
That we should remain, a gift
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