Nature turns off our consciousness
With sleep when the subconscious takes over
A good omen - battery must be charged
As soon as I awake my active brain
Concocts the new world to be built
The old project to continue
But alert climbs on the next plateau.
A grandiose scheme
Only one winner. Who knows?
An epoch, youthful cry for change
Lost in the sound and fury misbegotten
Yet above the tin and whimsical sound
Like birds peruse the landscape from up high
I’m mesmerized by earthly patterns
All mine to inhale, visual elation, if only for a moment.
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