The natural, world that shows up in the senses,
is powerful and patient.
And perplexed by the building of fences,
and all the best laid plans, dirty with investment.
The earth , the sky and organic secrets,
shrinking from the bleakness in eyes in heads on shoulders.
Life brazen between the brackets, on the attack ,
contemplating the scenario of being left, with nothing to do, but blowing on the leftover smolder.
Calling all gods,
looking pretty on your perch.
Deliver unto us what's self- actuated when the tides hit the facades,
do the research.
Do a little lap around the easy-come easy-go gap,
Take notes, and we'll discuss it while you're setting the traps.
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