by shaun lawton
I'm an extremophile thriving in a toxic valley with a withered soul
Only replenished by poetry, art and music of unhinged expression.
I am grateful to the fungal network of mycelium that created us.
I worship the ocean's flesh and I howl toward the blood of the wind.
The snowflake remains one link in my armor woven into a blizzard
Of pure retribution set to erase religious and political institutions.
I am a complicated time bomb ticking away until comes the day
I go off in an ever-softening acceptance of universal love, because
When push comes to shove there's not even a contest betrayed
Since hatred's really just die hard love dressed in purest black.
We can't hide all the colors bursting from our Rainbow Eyes.
Let's take a deeper look inside so we can each see our reflections
As the opposite of whatever hollow idols may be the target
of our genuflections. The chaos we praise now will transmute into
The order of fallen rubble left to be polished by the tempest of time.
We evolved from nematodes and will sink back into slime.
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