Then Cometh the End
The braying seabirds fly in the sky over the rubble.The concrete jungle. The formula for wisdom. The hieroglyphs of an age long past.The former workings of man. The structures succumbed to time. The prevalence of wilted plant life. The Cambrian explosion.To eat of the fish and the field mouse, birds of prey sink their talons in and beckon them to the sky.The blazing sun serves as backlight. Schroedinger’s rhythm. To the very tip of Tohoku, all becomes as a subtropical rainforest.From the boulder comes spring water. For the sun to fall is to be lost among the chilled stars at night.I know that a calm will surely visit. It takes not and is not taken from. The sandstorm that treats all on the planet as one.The sound of roaring and howling. Of the courtship of wild birds. Of boasting and beaten chests. The orchestra of life.
Let us drink and sing. Let us love the noise that lasts through the night. Let our hearts beat as one so that we may be heard for billions of nights.Abandon all thoughts of unregulated chaos. The machinations of fate have been realized.
Let us drink and sing. Let us love the noise that lasts through the night. Let our hearts beat as one so that we may be heard for billions of nights.To the mind of the human, destruction is a time when humans no longer exist.