What if
We're all
Just snowflakes
Falling from the sky?
Each an
Individual
Each so
Unique
Each, though,
Just a part of a storm
Like interlocking metal beads
Making the ultimate shotgun wreckling ball?
Is this a raging blizzard
That must carry on?
A raging blizzard
Within we all play a part,
Like angels and demons
Dangling from the strings of God?
Yes, a raging blizzard,
Despite apparent division?
It turns out that we all
Actually fit like a puzzle,
And Hope and Goodwill
Live in the Donner Party
Trapped in the mountains, starving,
Thanks to the way we all fit together
What if
We're all
Just snowflakes
Falling from the sky?
If so, Hope,
Goodwill,
Stick out your weary tongues
Please don't let us all
Hit the rising ground
Evocative Write
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I think of the sea rising and climate change, weather norms severely shifting while the pattern-makers argue over a few trillion for Wall St. to scoop up and export.
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The poem is about snowfall and its sources and potential endings.
The "pattern-makers" - I like
The "pattern-makers" - I like that term. I feel that we must help mess up the grand pattern by removing ourselves from the it. Each being that lost piece of the puzzle that they are left to franctically search for, having come so close to finishing, but cannot find. That thought brings me pleasure and joy :)
We Will End Badly
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Combine all the horror, apocalyptic, dystopian movies together...it's gonna hurt - our descendants will curse us for what we bequeathed them. The irreversable. The dinosaurs in the Jurassik Park movie as the volcano consumes the Island. So Earth can heal.
.~S~
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Unfortunately, in some sense,
Unfortunately, in some sense, though perhaps not so apocalyptic as dystopian, I indeed believe you are right. Which is why we need to each remove ourselves from the puzzle now. We have to become stumbling blocks for Lemming Harmony.