Solastalgia
Solastalgia Chronicles: A Poignant Ode to Nature's Rejection
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Watching with wonder as we gaze a yonder
Observing with amazement as we look into the distance
A corona halo bursts in the sky
A circular halo of light bursts in the sky
Soft belly's shaking with the threat of more ailing
A sense of vulnerability intensifies as we anticipate more suffering
We wait for the teeth and thousand eyes
We anticipate the arrival of challenges and uncertainties
With bated breath, we'll gasp in the hot black air
With held breath, we will inhale the hot, polluted air
Domesticate it, yeah, you tried to fake it
Attempting to make it familiar, yet it remains artificial
You know we never really belonged here
Recognition that we never truly belonged in this environment
We don't belong here
We, as a collective, feel out of place
We never belonged here
An acknowledgment that we have never had a rightful place here
The landscape rejects us
The natural surroundings reject our presence
And God, who could blame it
An understanding that even God might understand and justify this rejection
My neighbours load their rooms with crosses and canned goods
Neighbors prepare for difficult times with symbols of faith and preserved food
Kiss their kids and blush at the rot
Expressing affection towards their children while acknowledging decay
Pick at my fingers, the humming blue lingers
Nervously picking at fingers, surrounded by a lingering sense of danger
I hope I'll be eaten by God
An unconventional hope for a divine intervention, even if it means being consumed by God
Child, don't look at the sun, it would burn your eyes out
A warning to shield innocence from harsh realities
But now it's a pink bruise up above
The once vibrant sun now appears as a wounded mark in the sky
Nurturing aching, the dumb hope of waiting
Nurturing a painful experience, fueled by the naive hope of waiting
How dare you come to Her with your love
An expression of indignation towards those who approach nature with superficial love
We don't belong here
A repetition of the theme of not belonging to the environment
We never belonged here
Reiterating the sense of alienation and displacement
The landscape rejects us
The natural surroundings continue to resist our presence
And God, who could blame it
Even God is seen as justifiable in rejecting us
We don't belong here
Reaffirming the collective feeling of not fitting into the landscape
We never belonged here
Emphasizing the enduring sense of displacement
Stolen land rejects us
The acknowledgment that even the stolen land rejects our presence
And God, who could blame it
Recognizing the justifiability of God in rejecting us even on stolen land
The harvest is past
A reflection on the passing of time and opportunities
The summer has ended
A metaphorical end to a period of abundance and prosperity
And we are not saved
A realization that salvation or rescue is not guaranteed
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