Here is the text of the poem:
GAIA’S LUNACY
The
Sun is hot and bothered, and libidinal, having fathered
all
our mendicants and tycoons, cops and robbers, and our rife loons.
The
Earth below is verdant, child of Eros, green, exultant
for
solar love would bask her with his sure heat and not task her,
but
treasure all her madmen, all her masters and their bondsmen,
thus
offering a devotion of which our Gaia has no notion.
The
fickle Earth presumes a love from solar powers as enough;
Her
denizens expect the same and bask in glory with no name.
Now,
the music of the spheres should play loud in one's own ears
But
creation's power's assumed, and unheard by all us loons.
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