look at how we squander it

essence, pulse,
all perfect fits

the meanings, feelings

senses filled
we project *****

hatred and ill-will

what does that say
about a kind, that

sifts in its own ****

to calm its mind
while making a break

towards some horizon

but just imagine being
beyond, any need to

feel shallow belong

oneness,  one wholly
you whole thing

to bring whole one

feeling within, the
shallow makings

of humanity, in this

perpetual state
of apathy