Soiled Sky Ornament
Set high against the infinite blue sky, a boulder soaks heat
Sitting high in its native disposition, it draws admiration from “movers”.
Rearing upwards into the void, it creases space and stakes claim to it!
But it’s got no thoughts and it simply can’t move at all; it’s inflexible.
If you asked yourself whether or not you admired the notion of fiery, constant pain
Permanent exposure to the elements and a weighty, crafted, creepy posterior.
Mercury sits closest amongst the planets and is likewise stupid and forlorn.
It sits just as stuck in its wearisome orbit; a day is longer than a year – why?
Because the sun carries the yearly trip – The sad space boulder takes 176 earth days to rotate just once on its own volition (planetary bludger).
What’s the result of this dignified, chiseled – stubborn pride? It’s burning up.
It’s burning up on one side and festering in pitch-black filth on the other.
There’s nothing admirable about an inflexible boulder be it ensconced in rainforest faeries, or sitting in the vacuum of space; their archetype is the same:
Slow, lazy, sad and painful movements – or lack thereof, and great extremes … that’s all.
Take a picture and marvel at the Grand Canyon if you ever see it – but if it could talk?
It would complain of perpetual squeamishness and extreme solitude.
It would complain about headaches and slow moving, sleepless nights.
-Michael … February 22, 2016