listen to them wingmongers circling round squawking about how there be tiny cities on the ground moss barble asphalt laid down betwixt twig-mud megatowers architecture of invisible sound leaves decomposing, ants scurrying spider weaving her web, connecting flowers like power lines buzzing beetles hurrying all the way down the naturebound highway, off-ramps to the nine burrows past the dead squirrel, through the downpour of fungal spores more self-sustainable than any city of yours, screech the wingmongers, and from dirt level i understand their song these tiny cities will be long past when our civilization's long gone
The open door Allowed the light in To split apart the darkness Drawing a path Across your chest You started to shift, rumble Off the bed, and I captured you By the hand, whispering stay And the light was jealous Of your glow- The natural radiance of your smile The stunning luminosity of your eyes Your laughter cascaded Over the outline of our bodies I watched as the light Danced, flickering over our hands And this is the fluidity Of love
It’s the hollow sounds Of raindrops falling on the car’s rooftop In a world that feels static and stopped That sends chills slithering down my spine Like the crinkles of tiny bones and stones In which I find comfort Nobody could hurt us We are sitting in a shelter Safe from cold wet weather It’s the tiny droplets, slowly sliding down And regrouping and blurring the lights Of a distant city twinkling in a rainy night And my warm breathes create a canvas of fog For my fingers to draw the tiny catalogue of ideas in my head The sounds of rain is a like lullaby without any words said And often when I can’t sleep I close my eyes and think about me sitting in the backseat Of my uncle’s car Going to the hospital or coming from it, that doesn’t matter It used to happened a lot And there were many rainy nights, many rainy drives Where I would see the drenched world brush by The summer rains were blessing to my ears, skin, and eyes And I would roll down my windows and stick my head outside To feel it all at one time It’s the tears of the sky Kissing my face Reminding me the world can be a heavenly place It’s the music Created by the windshield wipers, The muddled sounds of the world, and beat of my heart And the raindrops falling on the roof of the car
For the last few thousand years, humans have continued to trespass, venture into inhospitable areas, burning down, meddling, or just poking around in natures complex, natural chemical laboratories.
The more humans encroach upon the natural world; the more exposed we are to a highly complex eco system; a system that has evolved over millions of years to support a huge diversity of life in which humans play a tiny part.
As a species we struggle to survive the mosquitoes, not to mention the trillions of other diverse insects, animals, fawner and flora we are now disrupting and introducing to our populations, is it any wonder so many of us are dying.
This disease is a symptom of our consumption and lack of contentment?