They say nothing in oneness,
See the scar of fissures everywhere
And multiply the beings of universe,
Singing the earth with weak blood and tears,
Lords of blemished gains after sun down unusual.
I see the division, an act of continuing splendor
Of variance in every sphere to supplant the civilization,
To ornate everything with the grandeur of distinction,
But the master motion entangles all in unison
And drives the herds towards the pasture in every morn.