An emerald Posse
Floating @about knee-high
Like Lovecraftian færies
Mechanized in their movements
Droning through their final moments
In the desperate search for proliferation
They are dying—
They have come here to meet their end
And I have come here; to put ideas to rest
As they list & fall from exhaustion
In this excruciating heat
Their polished bodies
become undone
Their tiny machine parts scattered across the surface of the
earth
As dreams of the future
will never be known
entropy like a wind through the æther
blowing us all into the remnants of what we once held dear
In the distance I feel
the supercell
The dropping pressure
The forming vortex
That begins to pull everything into it
I hear the sounds of your thought
Like voices pleading out from underwater
Raptured in the storm of myself
In a Relentlessness that is drowning everything around me
Somewhere within, thunder erupts
rewritten into each pressing moment
like savagery blooming in the night
in a way I am jealous; that their journeys will end here
on this fine Augustine day
I am taken by the empathy that I will persist,
as pieces of my mental landscape
gyre to the ground, buzzing in confusion
fighting to the last second
in a hardwired fear of being
forgotten.
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