As a natural waste I like to regard many things as superior, synthetically of course.
After all, garbage's pride should not be taken lightly.
As proud as medievals would be I sometimes stand corrected and my frail ego yields.
I, in turn, become a material, shaping up,  emanating amazement with my eyes directed to the highs.
Sometime ago already, an elderly lady passed me by on a trail, walking meaningfully, confidently, on four legs, yet higher than any human I've ever considered.
Completely untouchable to me and in a world simply better than my own.
To trek like that through life is the most modest wish of this dead-water trash.