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 interconnectedness, entertain me like you used to under an orgy birthing stars in the further clouds of newer things to come.