A really twisted poem that would not leave me alone, all day the perfect words bugged me. |
-Armature- by Keaton Foster Nuts Bolts Ends Beginnings In between All that is known Understood Built upon itself Armature Designed Constructed Fruition Then Aptly dissected Again To be resurrected More than a few times God above Darkness below Each Have an equal role Humans Always in the middle Just an example There are others Ones we don’t see Ones we could never Not ever believe Bigger and bigger Bursting at the seams Wreckage to be increased All of it will all fail All of it will come down Upon itself It just cannot stand A burden not to be undone We will never get it right Us humans Are meant to be doomed Life is a consequential action Propagation will endure us But at some point the load The immense weight Upon our sub structure Will cause a complete collapse Armature The frame work of our kind The outline of our time Upon the spine all is built Thus all is to be carried Nuts Bolts Ends Beginnings In between All that is known Understood Built upon itself Armature A not so perfect Sub structure Beautifully flawed Upon itself it will fall Downward Raised to ruin Only to rise again The end in this place Means absolutely nothing With regard to the finality Of our collective species… Armature Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |