Earth ֍ Mother ֍ Stick ‘em up! ֍ Gim’me all you got! ֍ Take, take, take, without a thought. ֍ Hands off the entire lot, it’s bloody well mine! ֍ I don’t care, leave it scorched, barren and beyond repair. ֍ In my rocketship, I’ll climb, leaving Mother Earth behind — Ciao suckas!!!
I was once wild…
Roaming across
vast open plains.
At times hungry, waiting
for my harem’s return.
Sunbaked beneath
Endless captive skies,
I ruled my domain
with absolute authority.
My young apprentice
watching me through light,
distorted in the heat
rising from her scorched skin.
Motionless amongst
the tall grasses
bend to her will in the
slight Saharan breeze.
Not hidden…
For I am aware
of his full intention,
transfer through succession
The next generation,
patient, in youthful impatience,
waiting for the sun to
rise on a new King.
To you, that cages my freedom,
we are not different!
Protecting one’s pride to
precariously hold onto power.
Our moment is fleeting,
the sun rising and setting
on a conclusion as inevitable
as the rhythms of home.
Kingdoms rise and fall, but
Mother’s hands remain steady,
continually reshaping, and
redefining balance.
It is a fool’s errand
to push against her nature,
for her ever-shifting moods
recognize it’s part of nature too.
Once, we were all wild…
Egan stood invisible along the edge of the northern tree line, in the absence of manufactured light to blot out connection to the universe. Eyes fixated on the heavens above, the coruscant green-blue waves of the solar wind setting Earth’s magnetic ceiling alight. A dazzling reminder of humanity’s insignificance in the vast cosmos.
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