Pluto

A clock, turning 
Endlessly, churning the 
Waves that move us all. 

A pendulum, dashing 
To and fro, between the 
States of birth and death. 

An endless hunger for
Progress, always 
Hindered by comfort. 

This is the air we breathe. 

The lifeblood of humanity
Revolves in these two spaces. 

We are the clock 
And the pendulum
And the hunger beneath. 

The push and pull, 
The to and fro, 
The yearning and release. 

A strange life, to be human. 

Righteous and monstrous! 
We are sentient battlegrounds, 
Littered with bodies and rot.

The sun-bleached bones that 
Occupy our minds?
They're reminders of the greater good! 
Can't you see that? 

As your eyes water,
And your throat closes,
the stink of progress surrounds you. 

There's the ebb;
Moving backward ever so gently! 
Always to return to flow.