To Gaia With Telepathy

I've commoditized my life and now I'm bored enough
To see through the trees that stripped naked in the speed of things;
It doesn't please me, the empty veins that fell now singing for home, singing
for a grave under sunflowers feeding birds that sing some more,
so deafening they flutter streetlights to a deadening whim, it has
the jam of getting things done in the worst way - a
division lost for good, bitter as it always was,
rooted under full moon tongue and spit to get right; the cogs
spinning my life, I had enough: my connoisseur
the earth, welcome barefoot feet, re-sow the seeds of
entertain me like you used to
under an orgy birthing stars in the further clouds of newer things to come.

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