i wish i were a bug
crawling in dirt
compound eyes
with 30,000 lenses
brutal underworld
alien predators
cutting, slicing, thrashing
crushing, tearing, trashing.
t’would be a nice break
from this life i know
this brutal underworld
well-moneyed predators
pin-striped suits and hermes ties
cutting, slicing, thrashing,
crushing, tearing, trashing.
yes, i want to be a bug
with an armored exoskeleton
protecting my fragile insides.
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This is the only sun you will ever seen again. But a millennium of nights will be yours to see light as no mortal has ever seen it, to snatch from the distant stars, as if you were Prometheus, an endless illumination in which to understand all things.