air hands- square palms, long fingers once held divine wisdom and played a string from the heavens
until bits of bone buried in carbon began to separate and fall away. spinal dislocation. torn tendons. limp ligaments. worm food.
the end of physical body- reduced, reused, and recycled.
now we can begin again.
it is a myth for some, yet our species, and the sand we stand in, is withering away. adding another to the list. this place is only a place of fucking and drinking, the highs and luxuries of humanity. for most, this is all that matters. forget everything you thought you knew about the world, and realize it will all be gone in 50 years, fuck your car, your house, your keys, the bowl you put your keys in, your favorite coffee mug. forget your wife, the dog, future grandchildren. that book you’ve been wanting to read, that weight you’ve been trying to loose. fuck your pride and your fucking self esteem,
because it will all melt away.