.
how do you do
and how
now
find
worthwhile
life
in a stew
once held blue
skies
flowers/bird songs
the stew became we
faltering
finding
we gotta get outta here’s
mess
humanly created
thru all our eras
understanding
the need to do
what we came to do
taken
from the words
of the prophet
on the wall
“we each choose our own path,
it is our birthright”
we are of the web
spinning outward
together to form:
a more perfect universe
steward our most perfect planet
and i am dupped and dizzy
wanting you wanting me
wanting us wanting them
peace to begin
now.