Telescopes, Microscopes

vicecream

once one sees no You or Me,

only I & I

they can be looking at their own wedding

and see all the world's funerals

 

suffering seems so much louder than joy

 

the planet's pain can become your lens

even looking at something as small as your own moments

like using a telescope to watch an amoeba

 

separation is the dream we cannot return to

even though it is so painful to be awake 

 

though the salted air of the world stings them,

we must open our eyes boldly, fiercely;

for The Sleeping slithers wedges of separation-suffering into the slumbering psyche

 

remember that your joys and successes belong to the world

as much as its sorrows belong to you

  • Author: Vicecream (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 20th, 2024 15:07
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