small scavenger of the mid-atlantic

there is a dark blue mass that outweighs life on earth, and the image of the chosen star that lures bystanders to an uncanny, trite moment that expands from minutes to hours fades away. when the light is dominant, the mass ebbs toward a vicinity of unknown battles, but when the dark is eminent, with or without clouds, the mass will loom toward us, endangering us, and giving us a taste of death. nothing is more massive, but still it fails to a celestial deity's attraction whose power lies hundreds of thousands of kilometers away. here in the hollowness of night, we should graft the roots around us, bend the trees to make way for a sight to behold, and share a moment with nature as a steward of the land we've toiled and soiled.

if by chance, during this shared moment, we are consumed by the insidious wave, let it be known that no force on earth can protect us from itself. whilst in a peaceful stance we're gazing at the limitless space, whose life runs through eons of unfathomable triumph, whose balls of fire hang in the sky like fireflies levitating on a hot summer night, something as pure and beautiful as the works of gravity will bring destruction.

failed levees can be blamed on an indifferent human race, but in the end, no perfectly engineered structure or device can prevent the inevitable: our species will sooner or later be dominated by another. the planet spins round and round on its axis, giving us joyous smiles when the seasons change. and it is that simple. the power that allowed us to live is the same power that will take our lives away. we are small, and in a way, we're always going to stay small. like babies, crawling toward a shiny object. so all the forces of physics, of chemistry, of biology, of astronomy, of meteorology, of all things logy came together to give us one life to share with the planet; a life that amounts to nothing but a miniscule moment smaller than we can imagine.

a raw, organically inorganic place in the universe. few spectacular sights can be compared but we forget this chance we've been given. primitive beauty has found new strengths. maybe if we contribute to its beauty, mother earth will grant us a longer stay.