Sunday, May 6, 2012

A DREAM








arrogance like mine
needs fertilizer 
and a place to ferment 


ABOUT TIME

its about time, isn't it?
(way past time, counting back from the time-line)
we, as the chosen ones,
superior earthly beings,
the human race,
get back to the basics
and clean up this mess
we, the superior race,
have made of our existence.

but, we won't!
no, we stumble along
on our present path
until there is no longer
a reason to move on.

then, cry our shame
and sadness
to those mystic winds
blowing over 
our dead, dried out bones.




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