Random Acts of Poetry

Random Acts of Poetry

Ignorance

At first, all it thought about
was food and sleep.

When it slept, it praised death
in drowning dreams,

full of rushing waters
and white seeds.

Food was precious,
and it chewed apples carefully,

as if they felt pain.
When love touched it,

a lust for quantity congealed
and swam out of control,

beyond the safety of echoes,
of predictable things.

It began to see itself as a planet,
untethered from any star,

with oceans of dark red blood--
a world frightened of itself,

of venomous fogs,
of its own weapons.

So it forgot its name
and narrowed its thoughts

to the limits of a house
where it danced to strange music.
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