If walls could talk,
would they laugh?
Would they lie?
They are embedded
with history and truth.
They've absorbed
pain and pleasure.
Witnessed violence.
Housed villains and
protected the innocent.
Some belong to homes
and others to institutes.
Would they speak fluently?
Would the language sound familiar?
Press your ear...what do you hear?
Evolution,
has extinction level power.
Holding dominion over all species.
So while the universe continues
expanding and degenerative
human intelligence
inevitably increases.
Our atoms will evaporate,
dissolving us all to pieces.
But time is on our side, so
for now go plant your peaches.
Then meet me at our castle for our
glorious end on sandy beaches.
About the Creator
Kale Bova
Author | Poet | Dog Dad | Nerd
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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