Let's face it, time is not on our side. mechanical molecules and anti-life particle-waves are inhabiting the earth, atmosphere, waters. Man is out of control, mad, regulated, bent to destruction.
Two squirrels trampling across the graveyard, one bathing over a Harder tomb, a robin searching for a worm sits perched piercing eyes waiting, up on a glossy-stone named Parker, dead in 32. The world is struggling in its poison, streaming live, bragging in its form, cars to computers to care and hair and war.
We live on the outside, us observers, saints and in-casts . We know the drill, the death toll, the disease. Nothing much we can do. Live with our hearts aglow and be calm. Everything passes, ultimately nothing really matters…. the plan is beyond our view. We are programed to disappear upon seeing.
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