Song of Sorrow

"There is a sorrow on the air I taste but cannot name." Nickole Brown We are a conspiring sour in the air, a wonder through perspiring space and time I taste but cannot name and fear to swallow. We work and flirt with homelessness for extended family Earthlings, street people nestless birds forestless bears airless eagles sightless patriots. My health goal is not, as is, perhaps, your wealth homing instinct, to end homelessness but to re-begin paradise, to renew robustly loving global nests breasts breaths deaths for natural spiritual causes. Which invites cooperating ownership of sour smells supporting personal and political authority to raise responsible robust future history real-time regenerators playing WinWin eco/theological games Cooperatively loving challenged smells of climate opportunity and awesome weathered sights of future Earthless risk of stampeding homelessness where cooperative governors dwell within social sanctuary development we cannot name so fear to swallow.