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Mother Bird Star Warmth
Seems so surreal...billions of beings
held in place by invisible forces
atop a giant spinning orb
dependent on the charity of
mother bird's star warmth.
It's a golden time for earth and mankind
conceiving and evolving
creating and mastering fantastic things
like flying machines and curing disease
searching for the key to the speed of light
planet hopping just on the horizon
unwinding the helix-dreaming in spacetime.
Ego, like algae bloom, enters the gilded room
disturbing the divine and pure nature of things
warring and serial raping...rinse and repeat.
Mankind so volatile so violent so unkind
Careening toward another mass extinction.
The beginning and ending deeply set in scripture
trimmed and encrypted whittled down to imperfection.
With an ungodly amount of editing in between.
No wonder mankind seems detached and indifferent.
Mother bird star warmth will remain
long after the golden tide of mankind subsides.
She'll pulse her warmth to the next icy orb...
hopeful that grace will finally overcome ego.
Copyright ©
Anthony Biaanco
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