It is so clear to us
this world and our role within it
and when our neighbours come to us,
so fearless and raw
like tigers
we stay silent and awkward,
and weep on the inside
What we seem to be seeing
an arcane elegance in the complexity of this universe
as it is constantly unveiled
constantly,
now?
Now the pressures are extreme
they can’t heed our warnings
blank stares in a room full of academics
the codes are archaic
axioms of the draconian past hiding in every whisper
yet the elegant
the perfect balance
it never ends
it always is
In my deepest moments of panic,
torment and sorrow
I know the flawless world I am a part of