Are separated by two tiny letters
Must be an unlikely coincidence
That chose to be
Merely to tease the tongue.
Fuel your rusted engines with one,
And rest in peace in the other.
One of life's little epigrams-
Meant to tickle, threaten and also announce
How little control we have
Over the energies on earth.
We are God's puppets, dancing,
On a tinderbox of mystique.
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