Be Still

Humans feel crowded by too many
Humans, meanings exhausting many
Meanings, words overwhelmed by words,

So many dream of apocalypse
Or at least of surviving themselves
Into a time when themselves are few.

It’s a cacophony of talking,
A world filled with human characters,
Bodies describing bodies in signs.

Let us get away from us. Let us
Stop this now. Oh, but we can’t. We can’t
And still be here. We can’t but still be.