We walk with the information of
quasars and the discernment of protoplasm.
Each day we live and die, each day our tears run dry.
Information is the rubble, the clutter of our civil war.
Reality becomes disposable when fact and
fevered fiction are made coequals,
when the rampancy of lies massacres the truth.
Each day we live and die, each day our tears run dry.
Propaganda walls our gated communities, our guarded cells.
So many concoct frightful conspiracies from techno-witchcraft.
So many dehumanize and scapegoat from delusive threats.
Each day we live and die, each day our tears run dry.
So many are captive here to the craven complex of revenge.
So many swallow here, the mollifying Fentanyl
of a cruel and brutal state.
Clinging to the demagogue, no one is free.
Somewhere in the brownout, is there a beacon?
Somewhere in the nightmare, do we awaken?
Each day we live and die,
each day our tears run dry.
The cosmic opus,
The nature offers it all.
enticing, ethereal, expansive
Are you enchanted by how vast it is?
refreshing, rejuvenating, relaxing.
Does it fascinate you to see the creation so invigorating?
It's Nature, an epitome of exhilaration and unceasing growth.
Never forget the labyrinthine it is,
It's tunnels coequals the branches of nature,
At each end,
invariably, something new awaits
So pick up the principles it purveys.
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