BEAUTY AND DESPAIR

"The forest's lovely, dark and deep,"
But I, unlovely human, have pale and shallow promises
to keep to well-kept humans. There is no gain but hurt
as we turn the planet called Earth
to the planet called Dirt, the planet of pain.
And we are vanity & all in vain.

Every girl and every boy
is born with and robbed of the secret of joy.
And not a thing will satisfy
Because we all are cut away from our innate capacity
to be appropriate, attuned.

Poems are pus from that terrible wound,
wound of wanting, dark and deep.
The woods are lovely…We explain
and turn experience to pain,
turn pain to planetary experience,
and we are vanity, and all in vain.

 

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