The future influences the present just as much as the past.
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
on the plateau of high-summer
we discover true signs of life
in the heart-beat of cicadas
in the sun among your sisters
in the heights of kites and populars
something is left there
among the gazing at the stars
walking the dawns of our
luxuriant wings, the creatures
we are still of stone and sling
still yearning for the green fields
tortured on the wheel of existence
we climb the decades like machines
only to enter another night
another Auschwitz, more human morbidity
but in elegy and idyll, there is
perhaps still some clear presence
of our innate goodness before
we are corrupted by the world
our souls still dreams possible mercies
still hovers and hangs over
elusive faiths, temples of art
myths of empowerment, elitism of free-will
not all of us maybe, certainly
only a…
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