A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth.
Arrogance
Asteroids come
Asteroids go
And the planet turns the same way
Always a little to the left like a door off its hinges
Unhinged from the stable oversoul
We are terrestrial
Pioneers of a frontier not our own
A life and story we did not write, but-
-Come, gather before me
Lay your dreadful overmind down at my feet-
Bless the halls and the mantel with your tired whispers as I
Triangulate the trajectory of the latest disease or Twitter disaster
For there are
Barren necessities
As I lay down to sleep at night
A cry for peace
A demand for darkness
A hand to hold me above the rising magma of the world’s spiritual awakening
-Nothing standing between us but the sleeping of the material kingdom
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