Once you were merely two
Blithe creatures who thought
How happy they were before
The fact without bothering
The gods for an explanation;
Losing your grip, now you’re
But two creatures who know
There is no explanation.
.
(Parenthesis)
Such is the lot
Of the lowly
Sloth that hangs
On high from branches back
Downward and falls fast
Asleep, feeding on nothing
But fruits and leaves.
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