We are surrounded
by the accumulation
of our successes,
proof of how meaningful we are to the universe.
Lights, sounds, noise, static, speaking without
words, writing without thought.
We grow ever outward in our
pursuits, building, building
ever upward, ever layering
innovation upon invention.
Wild with our triumph
we neglect the hidden,
the truth, the foundation, the place where we
began our journeys and the
undeniable core.
Weakened with our ever-growing
heap of victories, we are
crumbling beneath its weight.
Inside our bodies
inside our minds, inside our world,
that prized, glittering, triumphant world,
we rot.
