Moon-Length Distance
Often
I imagine the Earth
at a moon-length distance:
– the invisible swarming,
the inaudible rumbling
within the thin biosphere:
car models, union dues, cozy Friday nights;
the Pinocchio figures
carrying their beliefs
in the cauliflower halves of their bone-hard skulls;
invasive primates in the breathing air,
dangerous to everything and everyone
At a moon-length distance
we see no trace of ourselves
– or perhaps only our smoke...
– and exterminate ourselves
we will,
if we do not begin to see the world
from the ladybugs’ perspective
At a moon-length distance
we are irrelevant
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-05-13 at 09:49
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