On Nature’s Justice two
March 15, 2010
Alight and Slight of foot,
She steps…softly, sternly toward the rocky slope.
[The Earth's End]
Her spirit whisps outside herself dancing perilously along the cliff’s crest.
Below, the shore and sea collide,
breaking motion’s wild tide.
Slowly the safety of Dry Land is devoured,
and swallowed by the sea.
This finite comfort is not eternal.
Here, an ordered chaos rules with iron fist,
Immoral and Just.
Her heals balance imperceptibly while her toes hang free over nothingness.
Vast, free nothingess…
Her weight, planted firmly on her heels begins to shift. Swaying forward against the stiff breeze…
She falls.
The unfamiliar sensation of total freedom sweeps her soul away from its usual foundation. Above the clouds drift as if unaware of her flight.
Behind; everything that has caused her pain and joy and life’s fatal sensations.
Below; the sea’s open and unbiased mouth.
“Where is mercy now?” she speaks, as if writing on history’s long forgotten pages.
Even the memory of this life will fade. The allure of comfort’s illusion and the promises of what might have been and what will never be again.
Nature will not show mercy.
Gravity is Just and ill-moved by emotion or compassion.
Love is a foreign god. A pagan in the arms of an economy that rules blindly and WITHOUT THE DEBT OF SELFLESSNESS.
Death is impartial and perfect.
The shore is swallowed by the sea.
