Parasites

I am all there is

Histories foundation, futures source

Tread lightly on this fleshy ground

Finger tenderly, the cavenous lesions of parasitic spate

For you are no longer carried in the arms of profusion

But borne by the remnants of ravenous need

As oceans pervade venom to shore

You, will lap the lubricate of mortal demise

Space, once to gaze

Now littered with the desolate dreams of desire

Earth to be entire and yet, with gaping jowl

Ignorance undermines the very facets that will let subsistence be

Everyday declines resource

Recognition resonates to the celestial

As all seen, touched, and wondered thanklessly expires

To what heed will annihilation cease?

If I were glass would you tender?

If I were gold would you save?

If verdant ground rose to each breath, would you feel?

Responsibility mounts sealing lips to the sacrifice of
expectation

As sightless eyes and irresolute promises meld the delusion of
today

Consequence wordlessly obliterates the reality of tomorrow

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