Think yourselves ready, eh?
Will you be
When gestation rates increase
To 13, 15, 17 months?
Stress -
Stressors by environment.

Famines, Droughts: Afflictions.

Yous who only believe in competition
Belittling compassion & patience of true co-operation;
Of harmony & tranquility,
Of the tranquility of harmony.

Whom the plants shall out-compete,
Whom the other animals shall out-compete.
Doubtless - for you are ignorant.
Doubtful - for you are arrogant.

Only ready for the extinction of ¹annihilation,
Eager only for the ²obliteration which is extinction.

Apathetic, superstitious apocalypsists  being the first to die-out;
The brutish beasts among us, the next to die-off.

"Now, I who liberate all & everything."
says Kronos.

"Here, I cast off your chains."
says Gaia.

"Stood, we who remain standing - eternal & immortal."
Says Osiris, Says Uranus

"With-standing, we who raise others as we raised-up ourselves."
Says Isis, Says Hera

I don’t quite know,
where my bones go,
Or how my arm is supposed to bend.
The cold creeks gush,
Stung my fresh cuts,
When we went swimming at world’s end.

I just raised the window shade,
As the darkness of night, fades away,
A gray and white sky, starts to appear,
As I tilt my head to look up high, are the clouds, far, or near.
It’s five thirty in the morning, the last Saturday,
In June of twenty, twenty five, the only sound,
An owl in the distance, and the ticking of seconds,
From a clock, counting down the time, I will be alive.
A peaceful view, the dominate color, is green, no movement,
Everything, so still, mother nature, creating another beautiful,
Peaceful scene. I’m at my shanty, on the east side of Shaubert’s,
Bridge, where it cross Maxwell’s creek, as it flows,
A southern direction, away, a quiet place, relaxing,
My soul, and mind, a very solitary, location, to connect with nature,
As many thoughts, come and drift away, why I was so,
Lucky to be in a place, many just dream of, every day.

                                          The original Tom Maxwell © 6/28/2025 AD