Fig. 1,500: Beauty, Terror, and Pathos

The three fates of existence
As a perceiving being
On our most ruthless planet
Sit around swapping stories
About our credulous souls:
We want to believe we are
Capable of perception.

Alright, then. Here is Earth's moon
Lit by Earth's sun. Here are cliffs
That are to suns as the trees
Are to the cliffs, the poets
To the Sequoias, Ginkgos,
Kauris and Bromeliads.
Little things, all. Little things.