Poetry Collection.

"Home."

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The tides come rolling in
like a thousand-foot wall
and a pile of bricks.
An immovable force,
it crashes upon the shoreline,
eroding the majestic hills of sand
and tearing down homes.

When death seeps into the blistering desert
and steals the life out of the baobab trees
and lonely gunslingers,
I will know that
bodies will collapse
and the sun will bleach their ivory bones.

What is left on this destructive planet?

Chaos and ruin?

No.

Look out.
Beyond the horizon.
The sun is rising,
as it does so morning after morning.
The sky explodes with ribbons of
silken gold and delicate pinks
and a red so deep,
I hardly scratch the surface.

I hear it . . .

The crashing of the waves
upon a silent beach.
It drowns out all other noise—
all other strife.
Here along the sand,
looking out upon the water,
I am at peace.

I am at peace.

See the springtime meadows gleaming gold?
Can you taste the ice cream as it melts down your hand?
Can you hear the songs playing in the store
and the winds beckoning your name through the trees,
whispering stories of old?

Can't you feel the sun beating down upon your skin,
and the water swirling gently around your ankles?

I look up
and I see clouds drifting across
an endless expanse of bright blue.
They are white and fluffy
like the softest pillow.
They shine with pink and gold
like the wisps of royal cotton candy.

I look up
and I see the stars.
Oh, how they shine.
How they twinkle.
The night sky lights up with a million sapphires,
and I swear
I am home.

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(January 2021.)

This one is a little on the nose . . .

And thus marks the end of our Philosophy unit. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me during my office hours (01:00am - 05:00am, located in the fifth room in the twentieth hallway of the cosmic void).