Adam lay down with the question “what for?”
In full plenty throughout eternity,
And suddenly infinity grew cramped
From the lack of any need to change what is.

A rusted wagon stood at a dead end,
Thinking: “I’ll stay right here on the siding.”
Unexpectedly the wheels screeched —
A locomotive pulled it down the rails.

They took a rib, Eve appeared,
And with her
Ideas,
Cargoes and routes
For home and for the womb —
You will have to forget melancholy and peace.