By Jacob Alexander
Who can perceive a fly?
A speck whose life flits away between blinks
But in that fly does not the knowledge of the beginning and the end exist?
And if such magnitudes are contained in that microcosm
Then what eternity lies inside the behemoths of the past
And the leviathans of tomorrow?
In that regard we approach life with a new nausea:
Chained to the construct of excerpted torment
The stronghold walls our skin-lined cage
But the burdens we carry house seeds
Sprouts that grow into titanic monoliths
Tall and strong enough to shield us from the burning
And beget the birth of an ancestry of absolution.
Jacob Alexander’s poetry deals with destruction and hope within the human mind and imagined futures. In his daily life, he is a freelance editor who enjoys listening to music, playing the drums, and analyzing films. He holds a B.A. in English from Rollins College, where his poetry is to be published in an upcoming issue of Brushing.
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