If the
universe were to send messages that pulsated off her appendages,
would you
have the patience to listen?
If her words
were to drown you beneath her wretched fury,
would you
lend her your ear?
Do you
expect her to watch while you massacre her progeny?
Would your
addiction to power and metal blind you from your architect?
The bends, lines
and creases sever her, and you watch in pride.
What if it
were to crack in the middle,
everything
would you
still not listen.
If she were to take it back. All of it.
Leaving nothing but
heat and dust.
Do you even
dare exist.
Photo by Herman Kumar, India for National Geographic. |
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