Stasis, static, still, stopped
The kids have gone to school
They've finished their gelatine free yoghurt
The wriggling snake toy sits beside me mangled in a chaos
When it feels like this wave comes in ebbs and flows
Listening to the cockatoos screech and carry on in the morning
It's quite a feast for the ears
The sun has fallen down just low enough
The plants catch their rays
Off on a bus and two trains back from whence I came
Stability can really only be had in breath
We are mangled pieces washed ashore
Sitting around in stasis
Watching the sun rise and fall
Eating gluten free bread
and expensive things for the sake of feeling worth
The cockatoos have subsided
The crows are in town
Their reign now continues on for the next few hours
At least until the sun gets too hot
Each is king of a different time of day
Each aspect of humanity is the ruler of every aeon
In some cycles we suffere
In some we flourish
The ones we suffer are the ones we breath and focus on introspection and pause for relief
The ones we flourish, we flourish and hope to make a world in which all ages are equal
But shit, this addiction to the ups and downs through the ages
That's a hard drug to shake
We power ourselves in the down time
We express our power in the up time
We're locked in as long as we long for power
It's a locked control mechanism
Here comes the turning of the next cycle
The next aeon
We can switch reality channel and find another dimension
Something similar but different
But the ages are secure
The ages do not change
We wander to and fro searching for some sort of stasis
Our stasis is within
Our satisfaction can be self contained
Everything is here
We wander fruitlessly, aimlessly
But love prevails
One day we learn
This endless battle/love with the self
We feed each other
Or we don't eat at all.
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