Lower Faculties - Poem by Tyler Comstock
Strange how man’s mind becomes absent
Goes off to frolic, playing
Hide and seek, or pin the tail
On the donkey, spending its days
Mindlessly scheming up ways to
Live the dream.
The required two story house,
Large bank account, off shore properties, elegant
History to reassure themselves
That they exist.
It’s a slim connection.
When it should be using
It’s precious time and
Every observation to find a path,
Through a minefield, of hidden plans,
And submerged dooms. Into the very heart
Of what exactly has to be done to stay afloat.
But instead we are destined,
Of the ground underneath us,
Vacuums of everything
Tools of consumption,
Contributors of nothing.
And like fools our exponential greed
Will surely dissolve
All that holds us together,
And nothing will remain.
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