
Empty preserve jar and buttered grain toast sacrifices morning appetite
I hear the daily political rhetoric resonate across the screens
Both on video as well as outside on the sidewalk of passing people
And yet even today I remain numb about most of the subjects
Rarely do I engage or take any sides of additional growing disharmony
As if I’ve been snake bitten intellectually and lean shyer
All this world learns from life is how to fight or profit for any reason
Having long forgotten those missing from our broken hearts
Making my palate for the sweeter things of life soured
And I question what more or purpose will become of my time left here
As grains of lost time are converted into manufactured solar panels
Surely, human intends to extend their colonial perversion into the whole universe
Trying to one-up one another or find satisfaction for an unquenchable thirst
It is truly my hope long before then… to ascend and miss all that mess
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