Elucidating Questions

Appreciation for the man who carries the world on his shoulders, the turtle with the world on its back.

The magnets that hold us in place, sometimes, for now.

And the strain it takes to hold it all up, to try to carry anything.

The stone figures of the world on his shoulders, the spoken words of the animals who carry it.

The understanding before the proof that something propelled the earth.

The understanding before the proof that something propels humanity.

The propeller, the spinner, the one who holds it to fly, the carrier can use a hand,

A break for a moment to have to himself, don’t try to carry it all by yourself.

It’s all a punishment for something sometime, for not following the will of the lightning or thunder.

The perceived trails they set out to cause failure, when in the bigger scales it is far different.

Because somewhere beyond here is something that can be felt, and it’s best to hear it as a choir,

Than as a person.