Author: Michael Angelo

  • Delusions of Insignificance

    Delusions of Insignificance

    There’s so much beauty in the World
    that is infected by the psychotic desire
    to turn everything into the mundane.

    The Sun itself would be spliced and quartered
    into neat chunks of comfort, if people had their way—
    I mean, how else could we buy
    into the illusion of immortality?

    I like squirrels; I like the trees they climb even more.
    Both know that when Winter rolls in,
    it deserves the respect of dying.