Translucent spheres
let loose living light leap
from the surface soar
does light it gently creep.
Machines know not
vessels that bleed life full.
My mind it conceives
that which becomes a tool.
Hear my ears do they a
cry from this rock in space.
Tears fear destitute for
my place time seems erase.
Mother earth cries die
in the belly of death below
the light with wonders
speaking outside my window.
Populate we destroy I
see clear on this sphere now
thunder waves torture
the earth in black loud clouds.
Will we ignore logic the
sun as it burns as I do sleep?
Heat that births a fire in
trees that ride along a breeze?
Creation is a part of our
nature but we do now destroy
the surface of existence;
nature is no ones little toy.
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