It Passes

Looking at the world
from the bottom of the stack.
The pyramids of power
causing pain and breaking backs.
Specks of dust amid the masses.
Feeling dread. Destructive blasts
of darkness feed upon the air
we breathe. And so it passes.

Life goes on. Its great travails
causing all the poor to wail.
Like long lost dogs, they tuck their tails
between their legs and run around
in circles chasing nothing much at all.
While Janus-faced, a very few
sit on those golden thrones and rule.
From up on high, the little people
look to them like nothing more
than hordes of dying bugs.

Dangling on a cusp that lies
between the real and might have been.
Flying on a cosmic high
then crashing back to flesh.
Minds that opened all too wide
now find they intermeshed
with all the best and worst
they never had imagined
could exist so, side by side.

While here, within the everyday,
the poor pray to a god that never answers.
Dizzy dancing in the stolen light.
Coloring the future darkness bright.
Grasping all the positives.
Hell overflows with all that's left behind.
Powering the hours of their climb
into that great oblivion.

And here we sit.
Looking at the world
from the bottom of the stack.
The pyramids of power
causing pain and breaking backs.
Mere specks of dust amid the masses.
Feeling dread. Destructive blasts
of darkness seeded in the air
we breathe. And so it passes.
Life goes on surpassing everything...

? Michaelette ?

5/10/2005
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