A deconstruction of the self that is;
-Perforating pillars of light-

Outside the window is a vehicle of mass delusion;
A surfeit of forfeiture-
Singing hallelujah

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.


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Writer, aspiring farmer and homesteader in North Georgia, making ends meet and trying to become more enlightened.

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