Symmetry

You’d prefer a feed on the inside of your glasses.
Yet, I still find charm in the flowers & the grasses.

I know, it’s hard to hold space for the actual world.
Especially when, each day, its horrors are unfurled.

Though, beneath the strife of men, the natural world breathes.
Exhaling despite of how our hate & drama seethes.

After all, pan out & we are no more than a glitch.
We’re just brief byproducts of evolution’s scratched itch.

So, doom scroll or engage in life…whatever your wills.
But, lives lived are the way to square the fact that life kills.