Why don’t we go back
to the beginning of a story,
Mother Earth cannot even remember it…
I won’t tell you my name,
But just know that I live in a world
where nothing exists anymore.
Nothing but the ruins of Her old body,
and the sad memory of
how life used to be
when She danced.
In a dark void of intangible colors,
tainted with footfalls of green,
lived this peculiar dot.
A galactic celluloid torn at the seams
of Her five ocean blue dresses.
This energy was known as Mother Earth,
And she was beautiful.
She was this ball of divinity,
A mystical entity,
home to All that is Life.
When she danced,
Her dress exploded the colors
When she danced,
In this metaphysical world of greedy dreams,
the universe was One.
But she was also
to these insects called
the human race
Lost in time, lost in space,
These insects lived by a nature of misunderstood board games
Life to them was a simple Monopoly
They roll the dice to determine their choices and what their voices
will say to their brothers and sisters
Blaming it on chance rather than taking a stance
for what they have done.
Always looking for the next big thing,
they were slowly killing one another
and their Mother.
Obsessions as sharp as glass shards
Up their sleeves, they would pull out cheating cards
For they wished to win this Game,
Even if it was against their own Mother
They hurt her without any shame
Yet still, they would claim
that they did not know she was their bruised opponent…
They did not know her name.
Thus, the insects created the Crime and Sin
in which they swam in
Distracted by its euphoric illusion,
its promise of power.
But what was sin without consequence?
As the Hand moved the dials of the Clock,
her criminal children eventually discovered
A New Way
to cope with the comatose state
of their Mother.
Once they realized that the leaves on Her arms
and the grace in her legs sinking
into a place too weak
their sick needs,
these insects eventually had to leave Her
for another planet;
A rose-gold dot,
that didn’t wear the same blue and green dress She danced in.
No, this one was…
Cold as ice
To match our hearts
Like the refugees we once rejected
We found refuge in this cold, alien world
A temporary comfort to what we’ve always struggled to find
And probably never will.
We go back.
We dropped to our knees, bawling and screaming in despair
Begging her to forgive us for making her ugly and refusing to share
her own water with Her.
We don’t know if she’ll ever love us again.
We cannot find Them, the society we’ve Longed for.
and so, we must wait.
Wait for The Longed Ones to find us instead.
Looking for what we once longed for as well
In a time when She was still dancing.
In life, you will encounter
people who say,
“It is just better this way.”
“There’s nothing we can do.”
“Let’s not live in the past,
I hope this story
has taught you
And if we as a people
we could find
to sew Her beautiful
blue and green dress,
and help Her dance again.
She was a beautiful dancer once,
do you remember?
If you say you don’t miss Her dancing, you are lying.