IN ECOSPHERIA Where lightning strikes to a beetle's sign hear now the murmer of distant thunder, as surgical verse, refined and ripe, flashes to fame such radical rhyme the system would grind a poet under such in-house rules of literary hype let no such voice speak out of line. May sleep then fade all physical time, ascending in love to cosmic wonder that mythic dreaming transform the night, absorb in lessons of social mime, symbolic wisdom enacting blunder, an ancient way to make it right. Returning the dawn of magick muse re-awakens a curious joy to toy with words of multiple meanings in myriad English shades and hues by mixing remove and re-deploy, the forms of heliotropic leanings, conception flowing from line to line by trans-elastic syllable measure away post modern word eaters when merging rythm, image and rhyme, threading and weaving sounds together, fabric to transport courageous readers by inward passage to hidden places, soul-deep cavernous secret selves in woodland refuge or lonely loft, there daydream heaven-sent inspiration as inner children revert to elves, their gentle sorceries etherial waft to realms of fantasy transformation - where science serves the forest excels, feeding villages at minimal cost to Earth reclaiming her true foundation that none need brood upon Manmade Hells, so wise are the tribes all happily lost deep in the arms of cosmic creation, or flickering transfixed in darkened cells, cerebral massage by commercial lust, everyone's favorite degradation, moral choice from whatever sells, like fly-away operas so alien soft all play to one humanoid federation till a mind on Earth no longer dwells. Now home again hopefully alerted in time, attending this primal biosphere blue, ailing now for conservative care, arresting her cancer as eco-crime against soil, air, water and you! Do nurturing planets turn pallid and bare as their nervous, too grown up children charge-card their fortune's 500 races to gorge on store-bought food-lying on shelves, diet synthetic from the corporate cauldron, slipping to each their chemical basis for believing the star newscaster of spells, selling assurance over and over - don't sweat the the end of the crisis show, go right on dying for more of the same in trance to a national shaker and mover of well-spoken rhetoric's sub-audio glow, re-programming our bio-robotic brains to get this economy, World without end, right back on track to invest and grow, forever consuming her mortal remains, God wills our will is more money to spend? If then, sleep again sad poet of rhyme, arise all-dreaming the universal wonder, Goddess Earth in her own geologic time will grind a tyrant species under, returning minerals stolen for greed to natural soil and magickal seed.

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