“ Losing ” ~ physical presence ~

 

In life held abstraction

Be corporeal existence,

Of evolutionary progress

In our accomplishments

Losing to physical presence,

When point volte-face

Be the visual circumstance,

Finds coalescence cast

In gradual fade advance,

Of body’s transient existence!

 

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“ My World ” ~ in peril ~

In predictable peril

Be now my world,

Made fatally ill

By apathetic ogres

Who covet excess,

To feed their power,

For want of posses,

Thus be man’s state

In a world gone to hell,

Yet ignores its fate

And chooses not tell,

We’re destined endure

A moribund dwell,

Tho once vibrant world

Now exists in unsure,

As man deaf and demur

Tends cause damage afar,

While ecological cure

Be word fix he holds thin,

Save its echo he knows

Whirls in ne’er ending spin!