Generational Giants

Forget their shoulders -

For the lips of giants

Are what we gaze into.

Closer and closer we approach,

Toward an appetite larger than life.

Time stretches over an opening glimpse of a widened horizon,

Like the curves and shape of lips parting.

We consume, yet we are to be consumed.

We may feel we know the moment the universe consumes us, but we never truly do.

We only know that first glimpse,

and trace the rest in a second too late.

To cry the end is nigh,

Is to never move your sights

From what’s beyond the line.

Thus, never marrying the future with the premonition.

You could lick the backs of white teeth,

but will never know the satisfied mouth

which fed on your despair.

So do we live life, all consuming, until it’s bled dry?

Or do we stop and wait before the next bite?

What are we, if not consumers?

Can we break the pattern?

Universal laws of consumption

Are granted no immunity:

Laws are made to be broken.