A deconstruction of the self that is;
-Perforating pillars of light-
Outside the window is a vehicle of mass delusion;
A surfeit of forfeiture-
Who would look into the cosmos
and see only stuff to sell?
Unsheltered and surrounded
by mutations of his highness;
Stifled and trapped in poisonous cities,
calling Doom by its first name-
To all times of big history we can travel,
even though our bodies remain-
Here, under the clouds, is our cause-
What matters most is silt and water;
And the children we will leave,
upset in a chamber of changing climates.
There is nothing we need more
than peace, clarity, and self-reliance.