It's hard to imagine
the world after
Millions of people
hunt for food
and shelter
Acts of cruelty
and kindness abound
Animals and plants
keep on course
as always
We tell ourselves
we have free will,
dominion and agency
While scrambling on
the edge of oblivion
Poems like this
are being written
in the quiet tunnels
Of the lungs of sentient
beings everywhere
I am only a scribe.
2 comments:
The Fallacy we all live... the eternally true image you paint of us on a thin wire, on the edge of oblivion, thinking we are anywhere else than a breath away from chaos.
What an interesting comment, Matt. It becomes true in every moment, right? When I was in college studying Medieval history, I read a journal by a woman living in some French or Italian house, and she mused about her world in much the same way. Have we really changed so much? Or perhaps we really are about to fall off the wire this time.
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