Digital blur became an infected Ocean,
trees are shaking wild
in my silent Mind.
Celebrating Humanity
a fine part of the undivided
Cosmic Being.
Exile in the backstreet
of consumers paradise,
a monatary elite crushing
potential little sparks of light.
A possible green whisper
is erecting my wings of freedom,
the Garden is still flourishing
in the source of my heart,
the painted design of the wallflower
is tumbling through the academic virus
of a managers decay in a flatliners world.
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