Anthrospace
ANTHROSPACE
The illusion of being separate,
Is the source of all our misery.
We are imprisoned in a periphery
A shell of limited moral/mortality
Our mistake was to divorce nature.
To create a space so separate.
In order to emancipate
Individuality
A self-serving space,
Out of order, out of place.
We are one.
With Nature loss,
And space:
Capricious and alone,
The cost of creativity
End.
Written
By Joel Thornton
12-11-2014
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