Meeting Humans
Their brains live far from their bodies
In a galaxy unseen
Where their worlds are made of stardust
And the empty in between.
They don’t mean to rhyme;
It just happens that way.
Their legs will follow their heads,
But, of course, legs see nothing,
And nothing burns like nothing does.
They demand their bodies to steady.
There is no more disconnect
Than between their heads and their hearts.
Their heads have eyes that see the wrong,
Because it’s wrong and should be fixed,
But the right is churned into nothing
And forgotten.
If their legs had eyes
And their brains had feet,
They would learn peace.
Maybe in the next eon or two.