Unaware

the world catapults us forward
whilst all along humanity
becomes cracked, parched
without even the slightest
moisture

but we settle in
unaware

continuing forward waking
sleeping and hidden
beneath customary plaintives
only crying momentarily
beseeching

this is not reality
unaware

of future moments unraveling
tangling our dreamscape
lives within its’ measure
our creation of thus
by our choices

again we settle in
unaware

© July 2012 Renee Espriu

3 Replies to “Unaware”

  1. We humans are always so unaware of everything that matters most, most of the time, until it’s too late to reverse the state of play. This is wordly, wise, and vivid in its imagery.

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