Mountain temples preach resistance, can't cultivate
away poisonous touch of man's chemical brain
feeling scientific ordainment to make great
this Earth, seen as clay to be shaped (or stripped), vast plane
of grounded existence. Where are all the mystics
teaching starshine soliloquies from planet rock
hearts, with wild wonderful guerrilla linguistics,
spoken tongues false profits can't understand? Gridlock
of interstated nation shinefaced masters planned,
manifesting god-blessed destiny outlooks still
support (even if science is now god). Shared land
becomes plots, owned and controlled, except nature's will
always triumphs. Always. We too could be a part
if we began calculating more oft with heart.
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