Look But Don't TouchA Poem by Astro
For us to feed the fires of creation
those lightbulbs and silicon dreams, things we apply the word 'power' to like children's games of imagination, we've thrust our hands into the hive clueless on how to remove the honey from our fingers without us getting; stung. We 'wave' it about across the Earth spreading it thinly over everything; until almost nothing remains sacred not the food, not the air, or water. A slow death, is no real death at all, like a lifetime of cigarette smoking, it's the worst years of your life that are stolen. Then the world wakes up stretching, spilling the oceans all over the lands and washing out all the more honey back into its fertile, swift currents, while we sit back and watch swarms get frighteningly bigger and bigger, hoping a splash of water will stop an attack. While we continue to lick our fingers and to constantly look for new hives to tap, instead of avoiding a danger, that but for our foolish human pride we would never have even attempted otherwise; and allowing us to be free to use our knowledge and ingenuity... to prosper. © 2013 AstroAuthor's Note
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