and each day that passes
gets stranger
aged infants spout wisdom
recorded by superstitious
frightened men...
those who dare to look
beyond man's limited existence
are dismissed as demons
or fools
because the rules outlaw
any fluxuation
from current situations
what power can words wield
against man's ancient ignorance?
brothers from
other worlds choose
at times to show themselves
show us bits of expanded knowledge
they come in spirit
they come in ways beyond
our scope or reason
they have existed here
they watched as firstlife
slithered from the slime
waited as great monsters
thrived
then died in an
onslaught of ice
they initiated early man
in hopes that this emerald
of the cosmos
could become paradise
paradise
i hope their disappointment
is not too great
as they survey this
plundered
ravaged
paradise...
so
all you turtles
afraid of truth
pull back into your shells
afraid of hell
air-condition your shells
i won't tell anyone where you're hiding
but this bird is going to fly
while there is still sky and time
for flying...
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4 comments:
That is beautiful {{{{Punky}}}}}
I think you were right about moving and your creative juices :-)
...and getting gob-smacked on almost a daily basis will make one creative...or crazy...or both...
Both.
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