The Core Truth
tectonic debates, crunching blue blankets of crusted unearthed motivations
the core of molten values, the existential magnetic center seeps out
new ground surrounds us, territory for unvegetated investigation
the great consumption, driven by madmen to suspend the entropic constant
the great presumptions left like dying soldiers to cry out into the night sky…Why me?
the blood clots, a dance is held for children’s amusement, and we wonder
when the thunder passes, we swipe at our pants and watch the powder mix with the summer air
baby powder and volcanic ash, cracks filled with dust, compacted so…
and soft-bodied organizations make a home on brittle foundations…
globatronMay 15, 2010
we are just ants on the skin of mother earth. she will decide she is tired of the bed mites one day and shake us off like we knock of dandruff from our dresses or suits before Easter Sunday.
I read this several times. the fourth time I got it. the beauty of the video was distracting at first.
isn’t it amazing how words can paint such powerful pictures in our heads. i think of that process. What are the limits of the human imagination? are we human or traveling souls. if so maybe our next host we will treat better.