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Dampened Mass


Growing silent now, dampened mass- O! Knotted eartH, your organism smothered in echoes, `We have failed thee!' Under the darkened trench of your tears, entwined with your petals, your softness we’ve surrendered.

Of your grass and stone and leaf and moss, we've not loved. Upon the base of winter and the crown of summer, we've tramped upon your back and tossed your gifts down upon your altar of our consumption.

Veiling your horizon in the haplessness of filth and the shapeless shadow of war, we’ve coated your basin of tears with the ugliness of greed.

Your creatures are failing. Your creatures are failing. Your children are failing.

Growing silent now, dampened mass, polar bear and hippopotamus, vulnerable to our squander,
exposed in our rush. Exploding mantle in maniacal audition for toxin-jawed craving, inky hubris supremacy.

Growing silent now, dampened mass- O! Knotted earth, forgive us...


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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