i am nature blown small
the wind blows
i sigh
the trees bend
i lean
the earth quakes
i crack
channeled throughout with warm waters
tributaries of blood
ebb and flow in pulsing tide
on the spinning earth
my toes dig for purchase
running the surface
we lonely seek where we belong
how can we be alone
belonging anywhere we seek?
Life has been on earth for five billion years.
We’ve seen five mass extinctions. We’re currently undergoing the sixth,.
There have been many geological and biological factors for the extinctions. The famous meteor impact. Volcanic activity. Thriving plants altering the chemistry of the atmosphere. Imbalanced ocean water.
Have you ever looked up a video of the tectonic plates shifting? Landasses are just the dried pudding skin on top of a swirling hot ball of magma. Watch them float and mash into each other. https://youtu.be/IlnwyAbczog
I looked at Google maps today and zoomed out until I could see the earth as a globe. The land masses still look like liquid. They’re clearly made of a slow-flowing substance. Look at the tip of Africa. It’s crumpled.
How small we are. We run and scream and fret about the mess we’ve made of things. What absurd hubris. We aren’t the first and we won’t be the last. And unless something integral about us changes, we certainly will not survive as a species beyond another few hundred thousand years.
Only one thing is for sure: the algae always wins.
Earth elemental
Fleshy segments
Burrow through the power of patience, appetite, numbers
Tiny grains of life
Life devours lower life
So things which creep close to the ground
Fishes, snakes, toads
Things which live under rocks
And have gaping senseless maws
Prey upon earthworms.
Nothing lives lower than a worm
But everything relies
On the foundation they lay
With their mindless, relentless drive
To consume earth
Pass earth
Be earth
They are blanks
Dirt passes through them
Moistened black
Richer for their contact
They gulp, gulp
Like vacuums
Like straws
Pulsing their way up and down the avenues they have created
A megalopolis underground
Utterly vast
Interconnected
Sometimes, being too blind to see
And too empty to resist
The vital impetus
Pushes them through the soil
Beyond the boundaries of their amniotic grit
Into the open air
Where, cut from contact with their animator,
The little golems shrivel
Into a line of dust
A memory of things
which should not touch light.
I’m just not up to snuff tonight, so here’s something abstract and random.
I had a headache this afternoon because I quit sugar again.
I’m not good about staying off of it.
My tolerance keeps building up and then I have to quit again.
Trickling stream
Sourced from the abundance
I hear crystal sounds
I hear the water spray
I hear the rocks
Solid
They go deep, deep
I hear the earth
It is the source of all magic
I hear myself
I hear you
I hear the plants, the animals
I feel the connection
We are all
One great big
Interconnected
Biological unit.
This earth
Sustains itself
Even the air is part of us
The earth is a great big chocolate truffle
With a moist outside
Several crispy layers of rock and earth
And on the inside
A warm, spicy, molten core.
I just quit sugar today
Unfortunately I can’t partake
I’ll not be a part of the planet today thank you very much
I’ll just sit on the sidelines and watch.
But before you know it
I’ll build up a tolerance
And find myself eating it again
I just love
That earthy flavor
Fresh Hell 