When this was written my underlying message might not have been as clear as it is today. I feel quite confident there can be few people who would not ‘get this’ today.
Mankind’s midas touch?
In some far off place
Where light comes in clean and unseen shades,
And clouds of embryonic dust
Crystallise in huge gigantic plumes,
There lies the alchemy we seek –
Virginal, pure, and so far free
Of our touch.
© Allen Ansell 2005, 2021