Word Production Systems
Producing large quantities of words
cleverly without considered substance,
Unveiling my needy novel entertaining intentions
yet not revealing news or even pretensions
about who I today am
becoming
or tragically have been,
Is this fertility
or merely self-absorbing pregnancy?
If the distance
between Earth's nature
and Heaven's spirit
is as precisely wide
and concisely deep
as a filament
figment of my imagination,
Then what could true or lie between
ecological processes of health
and theological systems of graced wealth?
If nothing lies polarizing between,
Then what more silence
need remain
dissonance unsaid?
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