Pounding
through unbearable cold
Coddled
in my carbon belching
Pseudo lifepod
Cozy
Slashing
Slashing
Snow Snakes
Slithering
across the land
Bring it on
Bring it on
they Hiss
Brag
of your isolation pod
Ripping
Ripping
re forming our Mother
There is
a Price to Pay
They Hiss
You
Will Pay
The Hot Ghost Winds
Roar
as I Flaunt MY
Cool Comfort lifepod
Covering our Mother with
Fine
BLACK
tire dust
Some among us
minds floating
in
Nightmares of
Human Proportion
DENY
our Mother
in
arrogant illusion
of
Male Ego
Dominance
We (and WE)
Are Rooted
in Mother (Earth)
Here
on HER behest
Caused of Her
Lust of Life
NOT of our will
NOT alone
we
will travel
to the Stars
NOT by our will
our arrogance
it will be
because WE
are Full Hearted
Related
To that
Which has
Brought us
Life
our Mother
Universe
To BE
Albert Whitcombe
012314
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