IN THE HEART OF THE WILDERNESS

This global sphere, feasting upon the forest's breath,

and MANKIND evadeS accountability's sharp glare,

for this frenzied microcosm, of their creation laid bare.

Why do lips flirt with hunger's dance,

and those in power garnish their gains,

with the sorrow of the silent - their cries merely stains?

The shadow of evil raps upon the entrance of the living,

abandon your religion of duplicity and loathing, unforgiving,

why is it, when minute beings nibble at your foundations,

you laud their actions and proceed with no reservations? The fog

of uncertainty swallows, and my attempt to stride forth...

will anyone rise to shield our earth? To save our Earth.

Seraphs tumble -- pristine beyond pristine's core,

a hush echoing innocence, so vast in its roar,

benevolently, an ounce of bygone splendor.no

further miracles may bloom -- bless the divine of many faces,

and the fallen one who surpasses in traces.

I journeyed the distance, yet woke untransformed. In the echo

within my consciousness. The torment of stone's tales

in perpetual motion -- the day I dared to live bruised my essence

once more. The day when mother and father ascended, I grasped

our solitude: ask, 'once more dance with mortality? once more

circle this spectral cloud of torment.

The torment was vast, and detested the distortion of my countenance,

the paint my own hands had gently caressed across my untouched visage -- so once more

circle this circus, one more lap around the jest of how

I tried to live.

:: 06.22.2023 ::