In 3rd world’s past,
everything was always ancient.
Change was not so important.
They, as a people, profoundly survived.
The desire plane then, had never been
so center stage.
For so many, now so quickly,
this burden has come to pass
on their nations.
It has now passed upon
each singular set of shoulders.
What is this that is to carry
that is so light and so heavy,
so easy and so difficult,
at the same time?
When what you could want
for yourself and family
is so evident before you?
What pain is this to enter
and not know
the true consequences?
Is this to not know
the far-reaching effects
where the collectible clutter gathers
about the heart?
What is gained
by not wanting to become
a shopkeeper of soulless wares?
What is it to chase
what is deep inside
for an image's worth
of desire reflected?
When are these symbols
more than just
the flat sidedness of signs?
When are these acts of purchase
more than a migration of customs?
When is this feel
more than gestures
of desire’s fulfillment?
Much meaning will come anew.
It will be so, through many forms,
and many times.
The journey of deep intent
will sometimes be a troubled find.
What words are there to say,
to what is ancient truth in the heart?
But they, as a 3rd world people,
will have to survive many changes.
Their future burden
with this full flush of desire
will also be their conundrum
amid the coming joy.
Desire is a dynamic teacher,
mentoring all sides equally
amid it’s ever onward
series of distractions.
Applause from one’s own heart
is not what desire brings
as satisfaction . . .
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