The
ambient world is our mother.
She
gives to us
the
riches of simpler life.
We
relinquish our value ghettos
for
her intimacy.
We
all shy away
from
the theta state of our minds
where
she is but a constant in attendance.
We
all are polite within
our
panacea called reason.
We
all religion with her
as
to our unknowns.
We
have hijacked her planet
for
the hideout of time.
Asked
for catastrophe
to
dance our lives alive.
We
are phantom,
limb
of our true selves,
in
the lap of her presence.
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