There is a figure whose
words slash at my chest,
another who roars in my ears,
another who slams the dice down
on the table with the hour glass glued on it,
I see fire, blazing and burning red
in the depths of life itself,
so teething and displaying such power,
burning the universe down to ashes,
igniting the flames of time,

So how is it that
they are still blind to it all,
don't they know of water, of crystal clearness
glassy tears and full blue moons,
snowy capped mountains and
and twinkling empathetic stars,
don't they think to change, to rise up
towards the changing tides,
letting go of small things and
swallowing their pride...

Because they're not gods,
they're not kings, they are all humans,
all individual flawed unique beings,
why do they hate each other so much,
why do they create disgusting assumptions
and flock to their man-made groups like
birds who can't get along with
others out of their territories,

why can't they try
to catch every tear the universal soul cries...
because of them.