The creature watches from atop the spire, the fire pours down and watches for a never ending day.
There is no ending, or night, or dark, merely fire and light neverending until many thousands of hundreds of millions of revolutions.
It’s a revolution. As every day, the earth turns, humans live lives.
The planets around, farther and out, the brinks of the systems the darkness of further.
Children live and do as they will, parents checked out, or far or beyond.
Once you reach the end of the hospitality, they turn you out.
And no one is left, not one person, who will stand by your side, just the same story again.
I just want them out of my head, I want them all out. I never want to think of them. I never want to remember them, I never want to hear their names
The laughter of cruelty because they all happen all around.
There’s nothing in this world that could keep me here.
Not one thing.
Yet every day here it is. Crying for help only brings silence.
Crying for love only brings silence.
Crying only brings nothing.
If outside and existing the possibility of an end increases. Watching as the boats sail away to freedom where I will never go.
Watching and knowing I cannot ever go.
Cut off from the land, cut out from the herd,
The cow gets what he wants. The goat will be left to rot.
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