As the world rotates around our star,

We constantly forget who we all are.

we mask our bodies in plants and rocks

we blanket our minds in lights and thoughts.

to exclude out feelings-

from the desperate days

we smother our lungs with chemical haze.

thoughtful healing.

wishful thinking.

tears fall from these human eyes,

smiles form with the muscles on this face,

carved into the blood filled clay.

sculptural ideation

manifested by the soul

that swarms around itself

that covers this plane

that is the air between us all.

craving happiness

one experiences sadness.

craving fulfillment

one experiences emptiness.

craving communion

one experiences solidarity.

and while craving life

one experiences death.

black and white

both equally as beautiful,

but duality causes anguish

when one fails to view the singularity,

one ultimately causes

ones own distress

“I AM the monarch of all I survey” a great poet once said.