Life ItselfA Poem by Erudite(this isn't some boring poem 'bout a bird, just so you know) Also, instead of reading the description, just read the poem.(this isn't some boring poem 'bout a bird, just so you know) Staring at a pecking bird through my screen window seems to be a representation of what life should be, With darts and turns, pecks and frets, In each moment its beak is encapsulated by a new crosshatched square of my window screen. The bird's hyperactive feet are limited by my perceptions. It turns it's eyes at the terror of a mailman in an instant. I can't perceive any speed in it's motions. The bird moves only from one moment to the next. Although I've life within myself, knowing fully what it's like to hold such an essence, I've no idea how that essence spans from fowl to bear. The same carbons and phosphorus dance between us all. The same obfuscatory meanderings of life are seen, up from the migration patterns of monolithic whales down to the darting indecisiveness of electrons. Each form of life follows an ineffable path. However, we as men have meandered from said path, gathering instead bowed lowly before the lights born from our own ingenuity. Never shall our hearts be on fire 'till we flee from our own lights, and find again the path of life. The path of creation.
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StatsAuthorEruditeRiverside, CAAboutGreetings, reader. Please do enjoy this music I've prepared for you, and don't be too bashful to take a peek at some of my writings. My poem titled "Ah, To Float in My Boat" is one of my personal .. more..Writing
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