WRITING WRONGS

alone in its distant galaxy
the earth spins on around the sun

the elements wax and wane

nature retreats then reclaims its rightful property

pathetic humans scamper around their termite hills

powerful forces shape destinies

structures integrate disintegrate and reintegrate

barely visible at the margins of it all

life tumbles on for fireseed

the family uproots & rolls down the hill to a new abode

where flora and fauna encroach from every angle

slugs and snails and long grasstails

out there in the big wide world

fireseed stuck in the revolving door of painful employment

manfully he keeps the wolf from his new door

entertains the jography of thought

fireseed signs up for half a marathon

then overdoes the training schedule

pulls a mussel and pulls out

fireseed writes songs and rights wrongs
that must be his destiny it seems
not content with the revolving door
fireseed entertains new projectiles
make-believe
and a radical shift into new paradigms
watching
watching
with his all-seeing i