Monday, March 21, 2011

Air Guitar


Those grains of sand that reshape my face
Under the direction of these trade winds
Do so without intention or regret
For the weather is not a malevolent tool
At the hand of some divine purpose
But a blind force tied to those mechanical laws
To which each atom is bound


Japan, New Zealand, Pompeii

3 comments:

Yodood said...

people who divine purpose in nature are merely wishing to be something's tool.

Garth said...

Yodood: Nature is the hand of god ;]

Yodood said...

With no purpose.

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