Our own brains are canned in bone
We rarely think of this when left alone
With three times as many appendages
as an octopus. Memories dim as dreams
take over the mind. From what depths
we dared our hold on history
We crossed the gap arriving
and gasping for air from the shore
At the cellular level aware of our
capacity to adapt. There is no justification
for polluting an entire planet. The reason
for this is because neither does justice exist
Only a sort of static balance
amid the roiling turmoil
An entire world exists outside our thought
We have words that represent the aspects
of that world. Mountain, stone, water, sinew
feather, lightning, thunder, dark
Keep these words true to your heart
and align yourself with earth
Disregard abstractions such as good
evil, truth, justice, etc
They work to cloud the mind and further
obfuscate our lives. Lives we are dreaming
up on the spot so get with it and wake up
The ancient lords who swam up from
the greatest depths. We are surrounded
by them today just take a look around
Kings of our dominion are wearing
our own clothes dressed to kill
Groomed with immaculate grace pupils
full blown in our face. Everything Is Under
Control someone possessed of sardonic wit
once wrote. Except for the grip we may have
on our own lives we suppose
One thing matters in the dark
protected by calcified helmets
Extruded upright by gravity
and guided by the wind
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