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)
- Published: December 20th, 2024 15:07
- Category: Unclassified
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