3 March 2006
We are fields of energy,
interconnected, indistinct, one.
Yet we perceive ourselves distinct, unique.
And we are, each to each, unique, distinct
locations in the supercharged space,
the fantastic matrix of universe.
The field of energy never dies.
Yet we seem to live in finitude.
What is real? What is not?
The bomb clouds are forming.
The icecaps are melting.
The ozone's depleting.
And tribes are reforming.
And in the land of make believe
the golden dome has crumbled.
The pipeline's blown up.
The APC is DOA.
And the war contractors have packed their bags
Puff . . .
No more money.
is just another name for whoops.
© 2006, Satya J. Gabriel