PERSISTANCE There is no beauty in people dreaming a safe haven away from corrupted duty to predatory scheming by plutocrats astray with executive booty for their corporate class to lazily feast and play from late Pleistocene, their devious ilk arisen out of the common mass in passionate struggle over dominant breeding by brute, jealous men whose head-hunting terror and cannibal seeding grew trees of knowledge to imagine experiments and over the Ages invent these radical machines and scientific instruments so refined and attuned they twist out secrets of Nature's innate power to support or terminate these spreading populations who suppose they're immune to the growing tons of trash and creeping contamination, their ecocidal progress so out of control yet easily assume escape to the stars from moribund Earth scanning and plotting new worlds to consume and refuse to be told there's too far to go and no way home, although this poor tribune yet strives to unfold what all need to know in post, essay and poem.

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