in ancient tongues
of obscure
matter . .

Sometimes I feel
Like a lone duck
In the lake
Surrounded by water
And no one
To share it with
Other times I feel
Like a happy duck
Surrounded by water
And friends to
Share it with
Sometimes I feel
The sun
Reaching from the sky
Patting me dry
With her rays
Other times i.feel
The rain
Falling from the sky
Dancing off my back
Sometimes I feel
The leaves falling
From the trees
Tickling my bill
And someiles I
Feel the wind
Blowing at my feathers
Making me smile
And sometimes

what do we have left for ourselves
but to do good upon others and to ourselves
and to strive to be better
even if we must suffer
in silence and solitude
must we hurt ourselves further
must we torture ourselves and be disgusted
upon a cycle of toxicity we present ourselves with

in the vastness of the dark abyss
to which it is not the appearance hostility
that gives us the tense uneasiness
but the indifference it shows to us
as we solider on to its unknown abysmal lair

a shout out for democracy over dictatorship