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A Jar

The body goes through changes.

 

The mind grows.

 

Eventually goes.

 

There is time spent knowing...

 

knowing about one's existence,

 

what love is,

what it isn't.

 

Feeling

 

With feet firmly planted on the ground,

 

it becomes frightful to think of being beneath it.

 

Food for the Earth, we are.

 

We populate our planet,

 

and we have come far.

 

 

We've documented man's evolution.

 

The evolution.

The enlightenment.

The ecosystem.

 

However, we forget about the gift we are given.

 

Spinning on an axis.

 

We're egocentric.

 

We put ego over eco.

 

 

We're contained.

 

Entomology, of sorts.

 

Maybe Darwin was right.

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charlie-chirico
29 / M / American
Published
Apr 23, 2012
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