into the void
as if fighting mother nature
isn’t bad enough
we take it upon ourselves
to displace peoples
we barely know
by means of destruction
*
many months after my birth
the moon often
visited my dreams
suggesting
my true father
may well be the god of war
*
the recipe for peace
and restoration
is written on the leaves
of the eucalyptus
and the black locust
only the blind can read
*
as a child I practiced
with bow & arrow
the former becoming
an extension
of my expanding psyche
*
it’s a universal truth
the masses
do not stand a chance
against the select
yet another reason
to escape into the void
march two thousand twenty-four
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