Thursday, September 19, 2024
Monday, August 26, 2024
Patterns in the Dark of the Night.
On the far horizon, I see the lights of the sprawling city in the distance. Connecting through the cords of power in the sparsely lighted evening…
The poles rise up like spires among the darkening tree line, enduring the continuation of invisible forces through the starlit sky…
The night enfolds all but the light driven by the will of human industry; all the efforts continue the striving to command the forces to bright compliancy…
If seen from above the patterns of structure would surely seem articulate…
I worship at the dual high reaches that span the dark distance, the light that shines almost in particulate, the issue of gleaming cities of opulence and desire.
Seeing them from both sides wouldn’t influence my interest but does draw my continuing ire.
Suddenly a pair of headlights traverse’s the serine night with harsh severity. I wonder at their occupants and ask myself if I match their lucidity.
The Black cars go gliding along the dark roads, the street light reflecting off their hoods.
Imposing their bright interference upon us poor walkers, forgetting the influence they have upon the paths we traverse.
I wonder if they even truly see us, the drivers behind those unseen wheels. Lonely, I walk back the pathway I came, slowly in reverse.
