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Especially for the Children and Animals of the Future

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Lord, please send protection

against the deceptive fingers 

gripping this world 

a stranglehold 

all surfaces are corrupted 

either by chemical castration 

or our mutating organic nature 

please lift the masking 

from the vision of the filters 

from the cosmic reality 

that is actual 


dirt has become a shield 

electrons scream 

Alien  DNA comes in copyright plastic 

wrap murder hornets and exploding populations of ticks 

screaming across every nook and cranny 

of our buttery goodness quaint Polaroid memories 

Mad, mad, mad cow disease 


exactly because America is so very awesome 

how can a country built 

on your name 

be systematically racist? 

Answer: it can't! 

Man can! 

There is no good man

There is only man

Humankind


We run The tables

We pop pop pop

we compete against one another 

to our very last breath


Every once in a while 

one jumps up 

with their eye on you


The prize


But no, not rich

No, not famous

Introverted and a bit childish, 

if anything moderately profound 

and THAT one

A rusted weathervane

Busted by years

Of abandon


When the wind picks up

Out on the prairie

Whistles down the mountainside

Sizzling rush through the turbine field 

Bubbles over a battling brook

Metal scraping metal

Spins the mute rusted  rooster

Round and round

Until... Somehow... Miraculously!  

He/She/It points to YOU! 

DIRECTLY! 

Into the blinding 12k 

virtual 4th dimension of reality 

that is YOU!

We feel the light of your grace

we can finally say 

in all that is honest

Dear God, 

my God, 

YOU alone 

are enough for me... 

My cup overflows 


#EFCAF

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Lucy Martins said…
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