With a perfected sleek side parting,
nervous fidgeting of her sleeves,
She straightens her neck and shoulders
to appear taller.
Soles touching the floor,
knees together, slightly bent.
A pale breath in,
obstructed by an unwilling chest,
a wilted mouth,
and a deflated stomach.
At a moment of investigative genius,
she realised that nothing was important in the world.
Lifting a palm to cover
a face that didn't matter
-was wet
with streams of life.
A motion just for the sake of it,
imitating what people do
in these situations.
In reality,
the tears were only celebrating Futility.
A welcoming committee
put up a spread
of the best treats, on a Ryanair flight
from a point of caring
to a point of giving up on fear of death,
for a fear of life,
for a fear of pointlessness.
Her shadow of the world is so heavily biased
She doesn't even know to speak outside it.
Maybe this makes her God.
Maybe it makes her responsible for being laughed at.
Maybe it makes her a human. Just like the rest of them.
Pointless and uneventful. Disposable.
--
A few journeys later,
a different meaning will be given by points of reference:
Others, giving meaning to this One.
At some different universe,
an event will explain
the reasons behind
a sudden display
of tears.
At some different timeline,
an interaction will be more important
than a physical boundary
or a shared song.
But in this one, not much is any more tangible
than anything else.
Not much is salient
Or meaningful,
Or Suitable
and in this regard, She isn't either.
Keeping a calm exterior and a frozen inside,
letting go of little fighting dust mites
scooped up from Her core cavity,
letting them run off chasing each other
as she waves at them
-a romantic, with a white tissue of good will and don't come backs-
She is now sat on the seat
empty of life
and full of animation
and energy reflexes
and a proper human-like stature
blending in.
She is letting go of a holding hand,
for fear of not lining up with its magical properties,
not understanding its language,
or finding out a true that runs against Her.
It's tough being God on a plane.
nervous fidgeting of her sleeves,
She straightens her neck and shoulders
to appear taller.
Soles touching the floor,
knees together, slightly bent.
A pale breath in,
obstructed by an unwilling chest,
a wilted mouth,
and a deflated stomach.
At a moment of investigative genius,
she realised that nothing was important in the world.
Lifting a palm to cover
a face that didn't matter
-was wet
with streams of life.
A motion just for the sake of it,
imitating what people do
in these situations.
In reality,
the tears were only celebrating Futility.
A welcoming committee
put up a spread
of the best treats, on a Ryanair flight
from a point of caring
to a point of giving up on fear of death,
for a fear of life,
for a fear of pointlessness.
Her shadow of the world is so heavily biased
She doesn't even know to speak outside it.
Maybe this makes her God.
Maybe it makes her responsible for being laughed at.
Maybe it makes her a human. Just like the rest of them.
Pointless and uneventful. Disposable.
--
A few journeys later,
a different meaning will be given by points of reference:
Others, giving meaning to this One.
At some different universe,
an event will explain
the reasons behind
a sudden display
of tears.
At some different timeline,
an interaction will be more important
than a physical boundary
or a shared song.
But in this one, not much is any more tangible
than anything else.
Not much is salient
Or meaningful,
Or Suitable
and in this regard, She isn't either.
Keeping a calm exterior and a frozen inside,
letting go of little fighting dust mites
scooped up from Her core cavity,
letting them run off chasing each other
as she waves at them
-a romantic, with a white tissue of good will and don't come backs-
She is now sat on the seat
empty of life
and full of animation
and energy reflexes
and a proper human-like stature
blending in.
She is letting go of a holding hand,
for fear of not lining up with its magical properties,
not understanding its language,
or finding out a true that runs against Her.
It's tough being God on a plane.
