What great enemies have we become now,
Not only to ourselves unkind to home.
Exponential fields, dry deserts to plow.
Polluted seas, skies, to color life chrome.
How far ahead will the future venture
When our third Rock has had enough
Of cataclysmic change, storms of departures,
On the presipice, denying the truth above
Such intelligence and invention cannot find
The answer and the questions of waking life,
Might as well be the thieves in the night
Prophesie our demise : death by blight...
We consume Like a virus that eats away creation
Denying the truth to cure our earthly station,
Let the heavens be as beloved in our reflection's
Where is the love in this race for suffocation...?
Not for no one but all our futures', bright.
When home is hearth and hearth is light ...
Awaken us inside ... Mind and eye and time
(Oh, day, which I can see... Gaia's beauty / Life.)
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 2:10 PM UTC
What great enemies have we become now,
Not only to ourselves unkind to home.
Exponential fields, dry deserts to plow.
Polluted seas, skies, to color life chrome.
How far ahead will the future venture
When our third Rock has had enough
Of cataclysmic change, storms of departures,
On the presipice, denying the truth above
Such intelligence and invention cannot find
The answer and the questions of waking life,
Might as well be the thieves in the night
Prophesie our demise : death by blight...
We consume Like a virus that eats away creation
Denying the truth to cure our earthly station,
Let the heavens be as beloved in our reflection's
Where is the love in this race for suffocation...?
Not for no one but all our futures', bright.
When home is hearth and hearth is light ...
Awaken us inside ... Mind and eye and time
(Oh, day, which I can see... Gaia's beauty / Life.)
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