Dinosaurs

I was enamored once
Of the world at large
When the edges were still rounded and soft
Before the obvious erosion wore me down to hard lines
And sharp suicide angles
Before the soil began to slide
My solid ground undone
The tide waters rushed in and swept me back
But the illusion of assumed morality sustained me then
The hope of faith kept clarity close
The gleaming potential of society’s influence was a light
At the center of the fury
Not revealing until I was wrapped into the current
Its hull strewn base
And littered shore

Crushed ideals and the beginnings of a thousand thoughts slip in and out
of the shallow rock pools now
Points and purposes round down
Smoothed into insignificance and common features

The erosion fades defining lines now
Pushing and tucking in corners
Folding angles into more pleasant origami animals
Reinstating the rounded and soft regime
Coaxing complacency from the disillusioned
Applying stage make-up to the scars of world exposure

Confirmed in conformity society’s potential influence lays down next to my expectations in the mud
The question of what the world is coming to
becomes redundant
The world is not coming to
In semiconscious state suspended repetitive decades pass it by
Lapping like sharp edged waves
at the subconscious of the countless swarming denizens

A chance at redemption…
Gone
Perhaps this time…
No
Waiting for some sign of cogent thought to surface

The same lessons are taught over and over
The absence of comprehension rendering them useless
No one is paying attention and
Change
is an inconvenience

The same lessons are taught over and over
The absence of comprehension rendering them useless
No one is paying attention and
Change
is an inconvenience

Slowly but slowly the world folds in upon itself
Origami animals fade
Denizens die off
At some far point that I will not live to see
The lessons will cease to matter
Litanies of lies and self-delusion will no longer run continuous
Our primigenous hold on the domination market will slip
And jolt open our eyes
The inevitable lesson of ending
Is the only one we are
guaranteed
to learn
The fossilization of our reckless imperfection
laid out in the dusted chalk outline of another dinosaur history
Museum fodder
for the up and coming