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The Nature of Man

I am floating through life like oil on water,
caught unnaturally between the air and the sea.
I have this downwards pull that’s calling to me,
but I have this drive built into me by society
that tells me to make my mark.

That’s why we left our wombs for the land,
grew feet so we could stand
to leave foot prints on sand.
That innate need to be remembered
is what separates us from the animals.
The fear of in-existence.

And now we’ve found it,
the truest form of immortality.
Plastic holds with-in itself
the desire of an entire species
to be everlasting,
to defy nature
and deterioration;
Something that can build and build and build
but never break.

We fear our creation now
not because it clogs our planet’s ability
to live in continuity,
but because it threatens the shelves
that contain the symbols of our legacy.

But you see,
plastic cannot exist with-in the confines of ecology.
We were never meant to leave anything behind.
We were meant to live our existence out modestly,
to appreciate our moment in eternity,
and our awareness of mortality exists
so we can understand our place in reality.
And then, when our senses fail,
we are to slip back into the earth
seamlessly,
silently.
Return our minerals to the sea.
Live in those refractions of light
and for once,
truly feel the beauty of obscurity.

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