This World
by Dan Ankers
Living in this world is exasperating, to say the least
Like trying to build a home, on the back of some devilish beast
And not out of symbiosis, or any sense of mutual respect
No, it hates us on its back, and we hate the place we live
Sometimes we both stop and have a moment, a mutual feeling of awe about life
And those moments are the best things that either one of us can hope for
And those are the types of memories that long endure
And that's the closest we ever get, really
We and the beast, to seeing things clearly.
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