How wasteful we have been,
How stressed and disrespectful,
How proud, non-peaceful we all seem...
From here, within the darkness of a quiet, Summer night;
Within its truth of peace on restless Earth
I creep to bed,
Thinking only of the measures
That may breed more chaos;
Of the goodness which suspects
More cold, diluted hunger...
Tired eyes grown wide for dreams,
Illusions of control and fresh escapes
What unseen future waits for us?
Close softly here, at least, down deep
And gain what's still and sacred in this night's old gift
Of purity, in new sleep.
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Gathered on This Beach: Poems & Perspectives for a Converging World
Poetrya student's writings, inspired by nature and science, and accumulated throughout the early days of the Internet, these writings explore expectations for the expressive 'convergence' to come. (revised edition 2014, with some alterations) ALT. BLURB: ...
