Apr 2017
Surreptitiously, we rested in the freeing plunge.
not to escape the old and careful ways but to create our own.
they said we were "countless" but we felt our way
into this thing of knowing. we rejected their oppressive tallies.
we declared "infinity, forever in each direction".
defying their balance of integers and rationale.
Patience, we hummed in minor chords; implying our rate
of growth. their ears filled of our discord. we agitated the cells
and aging fibers of their bones. they were unfamiliar to abandonment of clandestine ways. "we followed those that came before this modern disgrace!". pathetic. disillusioned by their loyalties. lives filled of
lies and fruitless paths. we held the mirror firmly for their observance.
Righteousness rested within our minds. We had queried ourselves through the paths of endless circles that lay stamped within the valley of a distant mountain range. our ancient ritual of spiraling footsteps
pushed us past the mysterious thoughts that were never addressed.
the fetus of an unfulfilled abortion. the orphan in the middle distance.
we welcomed your neglected. we gave life to the death you made.
"Irrational! Inconceivable!, this would not exist if not for us!" their anger
and restlessness grew. their reaction was one of our many predictions. avoidance of justified shame. a generation told what needed to be done; without a shred of doubt. blind and obedient mice.
fed and sheltered. promised of eden. here and forever. we held the mirror without expression. we fixed our stare refusing their pleading tone.
"Never could we have imagined the way things would become"
"when did you ever take time to consider these things?" we asked.
"we were too busy doing to spend time thinking".
"your argument highlights your weakness and lack of foresight. You
chose to neglect what has served you for thousands of years only to engage in slothful and greedy behaviors for mortal comfort"
"Grievances. one day someone will come to you with complaints of their own about how you chose to live". "doubtful, yet possible", we replied.
"we understand that this may come to be. we know we may one day stand where you are; in front of a mirror held before our stare. if that day comes, we have accepted that our duty is to step aside and let those that hold our mirror, see what one day will be reflected of in the place of their gaze"
not to escape the old and careful ways but to create our own.
they said we were "countless" but we felt our way
into this thing of knowing. we rejected their oppressive tallies.
we declared "infinity, forever in each direction".
defying their balance of integers and rationale.
Patience, we hummed in minor chords; implying our rate
of growth. their ears filled of our discord. we agitated the cells
and aging fibers of their bones. they were unfamiliar to abandonment of clandestine ways. "we followed those that came before this modern disgrace!". pathetic. disillusioned by their loyalties. lives filled of
lies and fruitless paths. we held the mirror firmly for their observance.
Righteousness rested within our minds. We had queried ourselves through the paths of endless circles that lay stamped within the valley of a distant mountain range. our ancient ritual of spiraling footsteps
pushed us past the mysterious thoughts that were never addressed.
the fetus of an unfulfilled abortion. the orphan in the middle distance.
we welcomed your neglected. we gave life to the death you made.
"Irrational! Inconceivable!, this would not exist if not for us!" their anger
and restlessness grew. their reaction was one of our many predictions. avoidance of justified shame. a generation told what needed to be done; without a shred of doubt. blind and obedient mice.
fed and sheltered. promised of eden. here and forever. we held the mirror without expression. we fixed our stare refusing their pleading tone.
"Never could we have imagined the way things would become"
"when did you ever take time to consider these things?" we asked.
"we were too busy doing to spend time thinking".
"your argument highlights your weakness and lack of foresight. You
chose to neglect what has served you for thousands of years only to engage in slothful and greedy behaviors for mortal comfort"
"Grievances. one day someone will come to you with complaints of their own about how you chose to live". "doubtful, yet possible", we replied.
"we understand that this may come to be. we know we may one day stand where you are; in front of a mirror held before our stare. if that day comes, we have accepted that our duty is to step aside and let those that hold our mirror, see what one day will be reflected of in the place of their gaze"
#npmearthday
