original date of publication: probably september 2023
I think of the Triassic Cuddle.
An injured stranger entering someone's home while they sleep
Falling on top of them as they both drown.
Were those creatures capable of love? Do we know?
Can we ever know for sure the thoughts of animals who died eons ago?
If they were capable of love, they probably didn't love each other
And they probably didn't show love like we do
Yet we look at them and we think of their tomb
As romance made rock.
I sit here getting paid and watching ads
They didn't know I would exist so many years in the future
I sit here thinking of them and wondering what they felt
If they were even capable of feeling at all
When I have been dead a hundred thousand years, will they think about me?
Whoever inherits the earth when we're gone?
When the category of human no longer makes sense,
Will they wonder what I feel?
Will I die some numb death that they find beautiful?
Will I and a stranger be a perfect image of their most gentle love?
Will this life mean more to the ones that follow
Than it means to me?
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Assorted Poetry
PoetryI had a vent account on Poetizer, but it went paid, so I had to save the poems here. They're not particularly effortful, just vomited prose, but I had nothing else to do with them. They may be added to, or not. Largely not too graphic, but there is...
