Collective.
Human
collective.
Moves
as one.
Generation
to
generation
the beast
contorts.
Moving
forwarded.
An uncertain
place it’s
headed.
One of
infinite
points its
destination.
Rooted
in before.
Leafing
to become.
Tapestry
unfurls.
Designs
evolving.
Writhing
mass of
individuality.
Each,
representing
part.
Part of
a larger
whole.
Larger
being.
Humanity
itself a
shared
aggregate.
Each
but a
puzzle
piece.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 30th, 2022 21:59
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 8
Comments2
May those puzzle pieces come together as one John and give us a wonderful earth on which to live.
Andy
Works for me Andy, thank you for reading. JP
This is great and something I think I understand I hope! I think there is such a struggle to be your own person and a butterfly in a means. However taking a second look at humanity as an entirety, we all have a rooted connection to one another that makes us not hive-minded exactly but a strong wall or roman Phalanx.
Agreed, thank you kindly for reading my work
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