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A Poem by Jazmen

How lonely is the night without the howling of wolves.

And in the clearness of the cold,

The rivers’ eroded, deadened, downtrodden;

the passageway home corrupted ” to be seen nevermore…

In travesties are some empowered creatures born of war - Those leaving trails of dust and trash forevermore!

So tread toward which silenced - or clanging- direction?

With what music, since all is mourn, will the way back home be found?

Since the land is without the impact of that undulating, and balancing sound?

© 2013 Jazmen


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Jazmen
Jazmen

Pacific Northwest, WA



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Studying Science and Philosophy Claim no religion and I have no categorizable political views. I am interested mostly in the new science sociocyberneering (The Venus Project + Jacque Fresco) .. more..

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