Stand Up With Me
Warm wind circulates
night's conspiracy of primal option:
Stand up with me!
or Give way!,
let us have this day,
it cannot be your's alone.
We bare too many sickly souls
for soulful mediocrity.
Stand up with me.
Help.
Or, please get out of our healthy way
for this day is ours
to plant and harvest ecotherapy,
consumer with production econormativity,
as from permacultural,
as polycultural-outcomed, old,
time's ecosystemic regenerativity.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
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