Covered and uncovered
moving and still,
both warm and cold,
with winds that bear ill,
and bring fill to dreams of those,

Writhing and surviving
forms, shapes, the visible,
minor majority,
major minority,
all in the same disgusting key,
of off,
the invisible, the spiritual, intangibles,
seen and unseen, those in the darkest hours
more than religious fervour
more than abuse of power,

there is no third world
there is one world,
you want to be second place,
in a one cart race,
speeding through space,

this Place is rusty, but it is not old,
this Place is dusty, some call it gold,
this Place is musty, environmentalists told,

this Place is gusty, cavernous mouths spout bill of goods sold,
this Place is crusty, waiting on a nine point oh, surface roll
this Place is trusty, as created by the trio of the Bold

this Place is all you got,

                                          if you don't change,
you haven't thought...much about
Theos Place.