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Jun 2018
The sound of soft breathing

I am
movement
I am airy & unseen
inhaled breath
beneath                    the rushing crushing rocks
Set fires to rain
Forests / but in the bustle
                           the coffee beans grinding
                                  the imbuing traffic
The hustle, the game, the mark

Target shooting spree…

I am trying to lift your feet, ride share
grime & dirt & dust,
our own conveniences of truths
polluting us
I am adding wings
to the mach speed of economic panic
class action suits the delusion
The jet stream trails x cross the sky
I feel stirred not shaken
still forgetful of
unseen...
Me, begging forgiveness
Drowning in the warming & rain…
                                    great deforestations
                                    exponential growing pains
                                    industry ostracizing nature
                                    murdering meek dolphins
                                    (a new kind o meat?)

Aaaahhhh!! Fracking / Glaciers!

Where did the dream retreat
since inside the heart
such god-awful self defeat,
parasitic minds diseased
conceding to the deceit
the demeaning breath of cheats
business deals to steal whats free
our Realestate / atmosphere's
rainfall drink / carbon mono - die - oxidized
they steal our health
with monopoly money
the currencies of ivory and krill
founded by invasion's fathers
on Capitol Hill...

And still I am here
the repetitive melody from mystery
few ever listen to notice me
the diminished bird
I am in cruel gilded cages unheard
that song, the high, the prayers
beseeching and begging
with great big sighs
in the lungs, quivering
Aurora / souls / hovering
summer wind-chimes' cool mirth
Christmas births delivering
new hearts upon this earth
in ribs / & eye / you're golden
spiritual worth

The invisible motion of these here lives

Absolute in the truths to matter
make it / our home / to last forever
for all and one / down to the letter

Life is beautiful...
(not invisible)

If & when the world's made all better...
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Butch Decatoria
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Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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