We have been scattered to the wind as seed sewn to a godless winter
set against each other to compete for a meager life
found wanting
driven to madness at a breakneck pace
fighting to keep a foothold, embattled against the
cold
while every possible institution and authority
tries to beat us down and stamp us out
we isolate ourselves and plot against one another
our egos deny nature while doffing hats to Darwin's
central tenets
longing to be together we are forced to be alone
shuttered in behind locked doors
suffering with dignity
fealty to the status quo
anchored to our our traditions, our guilt, our
homes
day dreaming of a world we couldn’t
possibly know
a world of freedom, without suffering, a
world with genuine community,
a world of equality and harmony with one another
and the earth
and without ever missing a beat
a resounding crack shakes us from our momentary
stupors
If we had more
or maybe if we had it all
we could transcend this horrible fate
we could take a seat around that lofty table with those who have never wanted or needed anything
so we fence off our homes, (that benign tumor of
private property)
and we heap our treasures upward to the sky
stepping upon each other in an endless quest to
touch heaven
for all of us struggling to find meaning in this
desperate and terrible world
wrestling with the maddening futility of all we
have accomplished
we must concede that the machinery of our lives was set in
motion long before we were born
and it can no longer be our aim, to hurl our
bodies upon the apparatus to seize and bind it’s gears
but to dig beneath the
very foundation itself and erode the ground that bears it’s weight.
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