Has the age of individualism
So brandished, exaggerated, and barren
Run around of all purpose to cherish?
From all separatist stupidity
And bereft stitches of wild cruelty
Have we lost ourselves in blight?
The pursuit of wealth and mobility
Endless highways catching manic flight
The turbulence of ball blasted might
All the while dangling in the fire of the sun
Forgetting the soil the couches each lung
And each being carried by all others
It must be fundamental
orienting perspective in the light of hours
The bond of community nourishing all flowers