By Quinn Lauden
a beam of light sets slowly over a sharp rigidly beautiful mountain but it has yet to rise again we are stuck in the dark in the smoke we are searching for air but are guided by suits with dollars for eyes whose goal just is not the same the seas, the fields, the skies, the tides, are being taken over by ignorance by shortsighted vision for the green of a paper, for the benefit of an account, of a status and this beauty of the world that surrounds us is lessening. the trees are not as colorful the grass is not as green the oceans, not as clear. And all the while Creatures disappear people starve and suffer we fear of losing life nevertheless, the world responds. light strikes stronger the world blows at us harder and the tears of the earth pound aiming to kill. trying to convey a message: to stop, to try. but like a sightless man, we continue to walk blind
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