Why do they insist on eulogising the days of old
And the progress of happiness they always loathe
Does reminiscence of bloodshed remind of the glory past-by
Is there no valiance when peace is complied
With each step forward they turn increasingly bitter for they no more decide
if the fireball dances to encircle,
if a plummet will occur with the touch of horizon,
if submerged lungs or charred bones
would vanquish their improved others.
Why do they, O old oak, weep beneath your shade as though
your feet aren't everyday searching to meet the fiery centre
and your arms aren't everyday straining to touch the sky
Is it amusing O mighty mountain when
they too beg for your footing over the ground
when you know the pieces of your childhood
are being washed ashore with
the blood orange reflections painted by west's vanishing star.
The universal law, the constant transformation is being mocked by its very result-
Why do they wait for better days or ask back the worse? Never happy never satisfied they suffocate the beings of the now
Take us with you ever-flowing creature
We want to witness the movement of time
Discover our changing position in the vacuum
We are afterall a small fleck
In your great, immeasurable vastness
How do they criticise your nature when
Its miracle it is our presence, our existence.
snowghoul
tangentwithtanner
janainaart
areudirty
romaincrisis
dededos
yousharknotpass
