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Scale
Often I think
About the stout Ponderosa
And the eroding Sandstone.
These are beings
Who personify patience.
They have wills
And yet they cannot walk
Away from their problems.
They are rooted in place.
Frozen, burned, washed out.
Every moment they endure,
Have endured before
We took our first breath,
And will endure
After we take our last.
What does consciousness
Mean to someone not human?
How does time pass?
What does it mean to be cut down
So that the species survives?
What beauty might one see
Stuck in one spot?
What ugly might turn pretty
Being that’s all you had?
Say we perish,
And they take over,
Would that be all bad
For this rock?
Cataclysm
.
Human v virus - virus could rid us of the rock. Someday.
Someday
Hopefully later rather than sooner.
We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.
We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.