For small creatures such as we,
the vastness is bearable only through love (Carl Sagan, 1985).
And in the thickness of devilish horns, irrationality
chew on your arrogant biochemistry,
swallow your evolutionary traits
whole –

and so we are nature
descendants of violent apes from 55 million years ago
and although our evolution is warped and strange,
and although our actions so bizarre that it appears unnatural –
we are but a minuscule entity, accumulated consciousness of dawning awareness –that we are a thread of the larger tapestry.
We hold God in our hands
deceiving ourselves with insubstantial dreams and lies, ignorance
towering over demons, tunnel builders and caretakers, defecating the fabric and nature of matter and space.

There are two strings that dictate the journey of a being – life and death
and in between life and death, the only thing that governs its success is love.
In our soft and meek treading of the earth,
we witness destruction abundant,
with every jaw, ready to clamp on your jugular – tender and mild
It is no different hell underneath, in massive landscapes of merciless and immediate danger at every inch the ocean.

And so in the seeking of refuge within this harmony of collective murder,
we need to be humble,
to point our eyes to the floor
and love all
despite our better judgement.

Yet at the end of it all – we are nature
humans and our trawls, sharks and their razor teeth
humans and our deep freezers, alligators and their stomachs
we are tearable skin without our tools
we are peculiar
but we are natural, and in a hundred billion galaxies more,
you will find none the same. Not quite baboons, or lizards
just natural

nature