Imagine if
you took
the breadth
and width
of all existence,
summing it up
in one sentence
and let it go.

Or wrote it down,
syllable by syllable
tasting ever sound,
then sat it on the ground
and burnt it.

What if
you watch it
play out like
movie in the night,
but then decided
you didn’t like it
cause it made you
uncomfortable,
so to spite
that bright display
of brilliance
you put it away
and then
never spoke of it
again.

How come
it is so easy
for me to see
that simple beauty,
but when I
share it in poetry,
you turn your back on me
ignoring my plea
for decency.

What a strange species,
that lets its artistry
disintegrate
into a fury of
mind numbing stupidity.