Tuesday, 14 February 2012

When You Think About It

When you think about it,
the birds' flight is utterly pointless,
but we're not the ones to decide
what's what.

Once you've shot it down,
you'll see the work behind God's hands
and the sky will seem to peel away
revealing an emptiness you never saw before.

The Earth is but scabs and scars,
the trees bristle like hair,
oceans are eyes, simple in their
monochrome blue.

And when you think about it,
thought is just a barrier to action.
Look, think, see, feel.
Then comes a distraction.

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