How are you contributing to create the society to come, to live the nine loves of the anthropos: freedom, truth, beauty, innocence, pleasure, learning, sharing, power and mystery?~John Lamb Lash
This vulture soaring, songbirds feeding, hot
and sticky at the end of days. The thought
of strictly severing ties–the lake life dies,
my mother’s death capsized the boat. Afloat
in untapped grief, I stay malleable.
Each processes or not. We’re fallible
and human. Alien perfection lies
are miscast, the shiny lure spins past. Skies
and soil ground through the empty narrative.
Sovereign, I breathe. It’s imperative.
The operation paperclips expose
the need to embrace love of anthropos.