poetry

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The Human Age is Moby-Dicked
and mind-screened as shoooting
stars on blobs of eye balls.

Barking dogs are validating
factors on the path to North Wood
and it’s greeny pine leaves.

Oh boys I’m so heroic
to stare at this madness,

while being glared at
by light – half-sight,
fuss and awareness.