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Greater Good

Open your eyes.

By Andrés IbarraPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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The cliche of the vastness of uncharted space

all but a dot on a dot on a dot,

Earthen crumb on an endless void mantle piece

a cozy bluish white paradisiac spot.

Focus lens then upon that azure globe

and find the dots so many — ever-growing numerous,

The lot of us make here an abode

though live a life beautiful onerous.

Periscope — stories speak of Gods who built

everything the universe consciously offers,

What are we but wee mortals, wilt

grow but die like the sunrise set.

Small is the word that describes us most,

As compared to the grand universal board,

Yet few dare destinies that of a God’s worth

though in death we are naked: buried and sored.

Climb high we try so hard for the skies,

soar — try not to plummet and fall,

challenge the titans to lord over these lands

the puny trying to be gigantic tall.

Our towers raised from the ground

as we raze the thought of ants,

In sheer imagination, we are unbound

to ascend up higher than possibly can.

Mere beings of carbon dust and ash

for you and I are but humble man,

surely this is the majority dream

but I am but of the lesser few

who believe there is more to sow.

“Blinding ignorance does mislead us.

O! Wretched mortals, open your eyes”

L.D.V

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Andrés Ibarra

Venezuelan.

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