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 253. Something Deeper
Mowing the grass
Won't make it
Less toxic,
Tweezing one
Blade of grass
At a time.

Stop congress
From voting on
This ONE issue
Today…
Save the polar bears
Stop the Republicans
Stop the Democrats
Save the whales,
Only it seems
That voting
And writing
Our congress
Members…

We are trying
To put out
Fires with water vapor
When what
Is needed
Is to take
All the oxygen
Out of the air
We need to remove
The fuel…
That feeds
This all consuming
Fire.

What is wrong
Is insidious.

It is our computers
The phones
The tv's
And blind eyes
To the vehicles
To the lives
Taken and destroyed
For each of
The things
We take for
Granted
In our privileged
Lives.

There is something
Deeply wrong
As close to
The face of
A fish
Asking
Where the
Invisible Ocean
Is.

There are no
Congressman to
Write…
Recycling isn't the
Answer,
Becoming a citizen
Instead of a consumer
Is.

A consumer
Is a virus.

A citizen
Has loyalty
To ideals
And civic duties,
To humanity
To life.

Watching birds
Fall out of the sky
And doing nothing
Isn't holding
One's government
Accountable,
For that is what
A citizen does.

There is a larger
Deeper ideal
That is consuming
Us…

Killing one
Cancer cell
At a time
Doesn't kill cancer…
Neither do any
Of a myriad
Of ways
The pharmaceutical
Companies have
Sold us on…

Cancer is
Already cured.
Komen for the cure
Is a beautiful idea
For something
Unnecessary,
Because someone
Profits from
Our misery,
And they know
We can't see
The water
We are
Swimming in.
I don't mean
The Komen people
I mean the ones who
Perpetuate cancer
People.

I can feel
This is dated
But it's too
Important
Not to say.

Think bigger
Think deeper
Think of that one
Idea, ideal
Which encompasses
All that is
Wrong…
And you will
Be getting closer
To what
Those in power
Wish us
Never to collectively
Understand.

That what we
Do to each other
We do to
Ourselves,
That all we have
Is this little
Blue green
Dirt clod
Floating
Like a dust ball
On a flower
For an Elephant
Named Horton.

Who are we?
Us
All of us.
From space
There are not
Borders or
Boundaries
There are no
Us's and them's
There is a planet
There are human beings
Killing themselves,
And because it
Is a slow process
Somehow
It is socially
Acceptable…

I wish I could
Dream the answer
All I know
Is that All Is One
And I Am Also.

The band aid
Of calling congressmen
Or emailing them
Is simply not
Deep enough.
The act of voting
For people
Who are forced
To act within
A broken system
Isn't the
Something deeper,
Because we all
Feel in our
Gut the wrongness
The deception
Of looking at what
We are lead
To believe is important
When it is really
Ten fathoms below
Where we are told
Our only options
Are.

I wish I could
Wake up.
I wish I could
Wake up
Anyone…
But I fear
At this point
Wanting to go
Deeper,
And being able to
May be out
Of our collective
Depth.


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