Bivouacked Insights

We run round
Playing grab-ass
With our own tails
Most days
But when the while
Is rare enough
We can
Like meerkats pop
And peer out
From our self-made
Little world
Scrutinizing the horizon
In earnest
We plummet
Over the known
And clear
Into uncharted territories
Equally more awe-inducing
And terrifying
Than we thought
Previously realizable


About Moly

Average, boring, self-involved human. Twitter: @CultOfCocktails Facebook:
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