by a speck wont be dulled 

For eons in false sense perceptions we've lulled 

from as far back as the parable 
in which Adam and eves union was annulled
right down to the last spilling of blood  

floods swarms of locusts from above 

fuck one last fuck fuck fuck love fuck love
One last fuck


often we've dreamt yet on waking 

ignored what those vital signs mean
then continued to allow our 

individual and collective ego 

to exceed its remit
what it actually needs 
conditionally we've weaved 

un-confuscious like confusion 

tween wants and needs
created void like chasms twixt 

thoughts word and deed 

stead of rows and rows of roses 

we've cultivated weeds


Yet our fate’s not yet sealed
if immediately healing heart resonances 

around our ailing mother globe are beamed 
unconditionally really real reality 

unconditional love's consistent currency 

Love Loves to love in abundency


So unless we learn then turn

whilst we burn we'll see

with our last collective gasp of sense perceptivity

mother earth smile crying as she purges herself of we