Worlds in passing stop
to take a glance upon their own
Creation's
...
For one title
held so far above all others,
...
I go affixed, undeterred
carried atop hurried pitter-patter of
...
Here is the
disgust of Creation;
In manufactured uniform,
collective flesh
...
when my attention was stolen
by airplanes and
tornadoes of
Autumn,
...
Tell me, what has you so calm?
That you so merely rest
atop the edges of
this Earth,
...