Meanings

[heslopian]

The scales of human kindness are being used as a see saw
by a race in tune with the music pain makes,
their trousered bottoms filling each cup,
as legs overflow and push from the floor
while one group is raised and the other descends.

Their seperate numbers never change, only the effects
of their long sport, the eternal game
in heaven's playground. What is heaven anyway?
Turrets protruding from stillborn clouds,
a sky held down and impaled on an angel's hatpin.

I don't know what "meanings" are.
No human being ever has.
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[addy]

I really like the metaphor, and how well you expanded on it. It's specially beautiful with you reading it

[heslopian]

Thank you Addy Glad you could cope with the view of my nostrils

[billy]

i can see your brains
as the spoken word goes, this is excellent jack.
great stuff.

[heslopian]

haha Thanks Billy