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Change the Reflection |
Marginal perceptions
watching old things die
feeling pressure; as those younger than him
‘take their last’ and drift away
a sapling that doesn’t make it,
a host of barren seed, there but to feed birds
he watches, sees, as the climate changes; heats, dries,
spins the atmosphere
how devastations occur
there is no longer a need to ask why
so, he looks at himself,
the only one he really knows
chews on the gristle
of his coming incarnations
not pleased,
driven to move an alternate direction
create a new part
more alert and with
something deeper to say.
copyright 2019
Jack G.
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