Gas Pump Rumination

The world is gorgeous insofar
As you’re well made for it, ugly
Insofar as you’re poorly fit.

In the 21st century
Of a given dispensation,
You pumped gas at a gas station.

Mountains and clouds in the distance
Struck you as gorgeous in sunlight,
While the flyer beside the pump

Struck you as ugly. You only
Survive thanks to pumps and flyers,
The systems societies built.

Imagine falling through the clouds
To splat on stony-ridged mountains.
The pump shut off. You’d got it wrong.

The world is ugly insofar
As you’re well made for it, gorgeous
Insofar as you’re poorly fit.