venerable
dried figs
(
I am not a capitalist, I am not a communist, I am a humanist )
we
would rather
mine
asteroids
for the precious metals
and
resources
we
can gather
with
claimant flags
and
hoard
aboard
the danger
of
rocket ships
than
mine
every
energy field
the
Earth is rung with
these
harmonic resonances
impart
us the keys
to
unlocking
our
genomic divinity
so
while we must entertain time
we
must also wrest
the
questions back to thrive
back
past survival
to
the forefront
of
our bowsprit humanity
while
stealing
every
Prometheus we can
from
a seduction in chains
for
the mountain
only
gets lonelier
when
we no longer climb
past
its cold embrace of sky
it
is too easy
to
turn ourselves off
from
nature's grid
too
easy
to
tune out
each
other
and
it is all
too
easy to drop ourselves
into
semi-permanent
inanimate
states
of
consumptive unconscious
there
is no balance
in
capitalism
there
is only
the
illusion of equilibrium
and
as material distribution
becomes
more acutely
tied
to social issues
along
the barrel sights of guns
spiritual
distribution
is
considered mass hallucination
unless
of course
it can
be used
to mollify
for greater purpose
a plebeian servile courtship
of
dreams that keep us
propping
up the Earth
after
Atlas shrugs
dreams
that we too
may
taste gold,
glory
and all the stories
we
may have inspired
so
generation
after
generation
still
tell of how lotteries
are
won and lost
long
after we're dead
EJR
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