No one knew what they were doing
sorting out the world in words
and pace of war.
Always wanting more,
the food fell from their mouths
as they consumed it.
Harnessing all perceived weakness
through a persuasion that only
what they cared about was real.
Polar bears biting down into the flesh
of seals keeping their guard up
for the burning smell of cigarettes.
City squares built in perfect ratios.
The angles of street corners
all points in a giant picture
of a greater soul.
On rooftops shielded
by the artificial light
they watched us through
the winding night
knowing everything
while we were left to wonder.
Wonder
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