what you do not see

There are forces at work, forces that have been at work and will work 1000 years after the memories of those who remembered you have rotted.
They hide beneath a soggy rock. They hide behind a child's ear. They hide inside a seashell, where you can hear their "whish, whish, whish"-ing
They move our bodies like a persistent wind in an ancient desert- we the often unwilling grains of sand blown this way and that.
And how dare you choose to ignore them! They, who envelop all and yet we choose to worship what is of our own creation!
But they do not know or care. They too were put here unknowingly, unwittingly, and persist in what is imaginary.
And I will sit here and wallow at what you do not see.