Cognitive internal inversions/a soliloquy to the Earth.

The creator within ourselves.

The endless cycle of unknowingness always bringing about new forms of Conclusions.

It is only when we glaze the fractured platitudes do we submit ourselves to our death.

In this excursion do we find people such as ourselves.
For each story concluded
Gives Cretaceous vibrations
To
Others

And they, too, will take the fallen petals of the stems that rotted
And sew them into beautiful creations

For that is what it means to be human.