Disconnection
We breathe.
The world breathes.
Rain, air, sun, all enters body through skin alone.
No tongue to taste the water, no nose in which to smell the air.
Yet we sense all. Sense each other.
Kin and kindred, all connected.
Living every moment, for hundreds of years.
Living long enough to behold cycle of life and death.
We are connected, as is the world.
We hear the hum of life.
We lament at death's discordance.
Deep roots, as old as the stars.
One people, many cultures, spread across jungle and seas.
Third rock from Golden Orb of Day.
While the White Circle of Night ever caresses.
Eyes shining, behold moon and stars.
Behold that which blocks our sight.
Ships of gods. Omniscient.
New knowledge to guide our path.
Omniscience. Omnipotence. In time, indifference.
Discord. Death.
Cycle, interrupted.
Eyes streaming with light, as tears.
Howls of rage, of pain.
Loneliness, isolation. Damnation, as delivered from above.
Gods flee. Mortals charge. Mortals deliver each other unto death.
An eternity of war. Old wisdom forgotten. Kinship ever sundered.
Tainted by knowledge from on high.
Garden, forest, forever scarred.
What is this world now,
But paradise lost?