Sitting alone, so alone

The silence both captivating and like a sword pressed against the throat

In the absence of distraction or conversation

Deferred instead to pensive thought

As one gazes through the window revealing a thousand realms

That are otherwise missed by occupied minds

Nature's beauty set in motion by the speed of human intelligence

Once distinct forms melting now into chaotic harmony

Like a finger run through a wet masterpiece

Or as seen from the eyes when tears cloud vision

Foliage, sky, metal pyres of human rendition

For once combining to form the artist's palette

The land, casting off hostilities

On borders where man and nature meet

In a new dimension where all is blurred

But where sharp clarity is discovered

Oh how sad to ponder, the tragic human disposition

Which renders all self-righteous and oblivious

To the world that nourishes, never imploring reparation

They instead relinquish it from perception

Suspending themselves in the air

Heads in space, ignorant of their limits and dire flaws

Floating in vanity, surrounded by the mirth of blinding clouds

Seemingly above the mediocrity of the Earth

Using it only as a foothold for their fleeting ambitions

Ah! But how satisfying to think

That should one day humans look down from their fragile peak

They might panic and unforgivingly fall

Realizing too late the peril of their arrogance that like Icarus

Brought them too close to the sun

Where powerful rays melted wings of conceit!
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And so one does not need superficial conversation, flamboyant distraction

To achieve humor or vindication from the world

Rather one needst only to receive the reality around them

To see through human fallacy and perhaps gloat (as one does now) in his ingenious satire