Earth is ancient and also swallowed, by cold, black space in infinite digestion. And primeval secrets can never be uncovered. History teaches children: leave them unbothered. Carve your name into the landscapes of your ancestors. Capture the honor of your descendents in earth, and smile… because you are an immortal.
Human woes grab us by the teeth and make us look into the mirrors of our painful self-inflictions. We didn’t know but weren’t surprised when we learned the worst scars are inside. And we will never reach the age of earth but melt in and out with time and weather. Change our eyes and tongues. Live by the air and our own distorted semantics of religion. Death, I am your foe and patron.
I am chained to this earth and so be it. A strange immortal.