skjalff
Bluelighter
Gunship & the Beauty
needed to study all night, instead wasted all my time on this
Singularity drawn blind pilot
of a camouflage colored gunship torn to pieces.
A flight over the nest of eternal summer
to never again be seen through this tainted crystal.
What used to be a sea of green,
calm and magnificent and full of life
would now just be barking of a rotor,
and stuttering of a red-hot machine-gun.
..So when the pilot would hear a child's laugh
back in his hometown fifteen years later
would it again just be a lifeless scream of the rotor blades
piercing his iris's impervious blackness..?
Or will it be the sea of green
that will appear before his mind's eye..
switching fates with the Vulcan cannon,
pushing it back to the place,
where the pilot could once see it
forever tear the light
out of eyes filled with fear,
and muffle its own deafening sound
in the air, clear and moist?
It is up to him to decide,
for beauty cannot be stolen,
cannot be taken against one's will.
One could be rendered blind, deaf and motionless..
that alone would not do anything,
for there is some deeper, intrinsic beauty
blooming in our every heart-beat
embedded in our very cognition.
The beauty of thoughts, the one of feelings themselves.
And as long as one does not knowingly deny this beauty,
as long as he does not push it away in anger for things lost,
as long as there is warmth, as long as there is life,
the beauty will be there as well.
skjalff
needed to study all night, instead wasted all my time on this
Singularity drawn blind pilot
of a camouflage colored gunship torn to pieces.
A flight over the nest of eternal summer
to never again be seen through this tainted crystal.
What used to be a sea of green,
calm and magnificent and full of life
would now just be barking of a rotor,
and stuttering of a red-hot machine-gun.
..So when the pilot would hear a child's laugh
back in his hometown fifteen years later
would it again just be a lifeless scream of the rotor blades
piercing his iris's impervious blackness..?
Or will it be the sea of green
that will appear before his mind's eye..
switching fates with the Vulcan cannon,
pushing it back to the place,
where the pilot could once see it
forever tear the light
out of eyes filled with fear,
and muffle its own deafening sound
in the air, clear and moist?
It is up to him to decide,
for beauty cannot be stolen,
cannot be taken against one's will.
One could be rendered blind, deaf and motionless..
that alone would not do anything,
for there is some deeper, intrinsic beauty
blooming in our every heart-beat
embedded in our very cognition.
The beauty of thoughts, the one of feelings themselves.
And as long as one does not knowingly deny this beauty,
as long as he does not push it away in anger for things lost,
as long as there is warmth, as long as there is life,
the beauty will be there as well.
skjalff
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