Massive feet on massive men
do massive things
all hell breaks loose
the world is peaceful
like an ant
oblivious
oblivion sings to blood red skies
like a whaler - fish or be finished -
landlocked, wed-locked, or just locked;
the world is confined
like a clam
controlled
controlling figures glow with hatred
i hate you, i hate them, i hate that.
the local peasant tries to run a fruit stand
the world is cold
like the arctic
icy
icing on a cake melts with the sun
just like life - so very short -
humans: fragile, like glass.
the world is inhospitable
like mars
red
bright red flowers grow along the roadside
but people are going too fast to notice
look away from their gadgets for one second
the world is beautiful
like a manatee
misunderstood
misunderstanding trumps all
the card to be played in any situation
implying there is something to understand
the world does not understand
like a rock
unknowing, yet all-knowing.
and yet, we carry on.
not knowing when we'll die
eighty years before you're gone
or death could now be nigh.
-SC
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