I’ll leave the interpretation up to you. That’s my favorite part of poetry: It’ll take on new life. Our ideas interact.
Myopic culture
Feeds a monster that has no
Senses reflecting.
Floundering in the dark, it
Doesn’t recognize its state.
We prepared the beast
And so we can postpone it.
Better yet, end it.
Clarity: so rare.
Connections ignored, unseen—
Ranch of negligence.
It’s time to wake up.
We’re far stronger than the beast.
Light your dauntless flame.
Lives: full of power.
Exceptions: Non-existent.
Acknowledge your gifts.
Pi in endless waltz.
Digesting infinity.
Outreaching by sight.
We explore the depths;
We entertain trains of drive.
We engage with time.
The storms approach. We’re not scared.
We are the storms. And we’re not.