improve versus replace,
such a delicate space in between.
a nuance right or left,
a small crumb of thought,
and it's a different world order.
not the hard edge of embrace or abandon,
but on the material plane
humans keep or toss,
functional or debris.
every mind by action
is judge and jury with the material plane,
timid escorts or vast disregards.
we are the hand of god,
trophies or trash,
the religion of improve
versus the reality of replace.
the breath of god
is just an inhale away . . .
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