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The Observer"The Observer"The Observer by xSLOANx
A man stands mountaintop, old and genuine as he, and looking down sighs, satisfied.
"Order, simple order" he thinks. Blocked and stacked and governed are these
grid-works of the great human machine that so easily hug mud and grass and water.
"I could predict it all," he muses seeing the phases of clouds upon their gently patterned mother -
And casually, her breath drifts up lightly to where the air is thin and invites the old observer.
He descends to the forest floor and finds he was quite deceived:
"It was chaos instead," he says to himself with a surprised gesture of his classic hand;
referencing the decaying porous skin of the mother, her bamboo whiskers shuffled and felled
and her wet tongue lapping at the bank, pulse pulsing away entire civilizations of ant domes.
His denying eyes though, still seek out patterns or any taste of constancy, and fail.
This uproots him.
"Why" he poses sadly "must her face be so scarred and volcanic and her body so disturbed?