Sunday, October 4, 2020



The curve of the earth has broken
under a weight of thought.
Stone holds fast
as it has from ancient beginning
but the world of soft bodies
townships, leaves and blossoms
is slashed and scattered.
We have given our faith
to what can be explained,
lay thought over living reality.
Plan and ambition justify
fire and boiling flood and poison,
the death of the land.
Spirit withdraws.

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