The sun thrust forth in constant hot apathetic glory
A creature scraped and prodded its depleted inventory
The windswept grass sang joyously a song that all the world does know
The sweet embrace of being the everlasting flow
Each breath contains within it life. Exhale and we release
Something minor, insignificant, of us, but just a piece
We're spread across both time and space an infinite deluge
From the start of all that's matter, we've grown terrifically huge
I dream and fall in love with worlds that I will never see
A benefit perhaps of minds or just of being me
I celebrate each moment with childish delight
I gather information like a hummingbird does nectar
Seeking within and without for more wisdom and insight
From a certain perspective my whole life could be described in vectors
About the Creator
The Ugliest Building
Mark Twain called the building I work in, “The ugliest building in America.” I agree. The Dwight D. Eisenhower Executive Office Building isn’t the largest in Washington, D.C., but its imposing façade makes it feel like it is. I work for the Office of E-Government and Information Technology. I have a satellite office in the bowels of this monstrosity. Working in this building gives us quick access to both the President and Vice-President because they also have offices here. This access may be why I’m in this situation, or maybe it’s the project I’m assigned to, or both.
By Mark Gagnon7 days ago in Fiction
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