such a human thing: making meaning
from every moment.
isn’t it enough
that we’re all here, eating our corn syrup
easing our shadows?
who are we to satisfy
some entropic god
some ancient mercy?
Poetry & Prose by Siena
such a human thing: making meaning
from every moment.
isn’t it enough
that we’re all here, eating our corn syrup
easing our shadows?
who are we to satisfy
some entropic god
some ancient mercy?
The Human Poet 