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Lovers Interdependence Day

Tell me less and last
about who and what and why you hate
with militant might.

Speak with me more and first
about who and what and why you love
with brilliant bright.

I will listen all this day
and next,
all my life
if your voice can positively project
long enough to leave no time at all
for hate
and anger,
envy and fear of losing
who and what and why we love
our synergetic health
and not our too violently fragmenting pathology

Rambling on
in front of unmediating microphones and cameras
about who and what and why
healthy nutrition and nurturing natures
of vulnerable Others
compete for your empowered disdain,

While no lover
with a healthy mind and heart
would ever care to listen
this day and night.
Nor our next,

We have so many warmer,
yet not too warm,
vulnerable,
transparent,
courageous,
curious interdependent days and nights
for peaceful dialogue,
discernment,
endearing conversation.

Even in that heated time
of Declaring Independence,
when hate and anger and fear
against privileged white male royalists
and their loyalists
and their unwealthy terrorists
and their unhealthy manufacturists
run revolutionarily high,
we speak in democratic constitutions of love
about historic hates.

Yet what lawyers
and statues of Liberty
and active peace lovers hear
in and on this day
are first through last restoring just prosperity
equal dignity
freedom for individuals
families
local communities
to pursue our healthy dignity and well-being together
with liberally lavish love,
democratically inclusive integrity.

The hate and anger and fear
are dark memories still within us
in our sacred independent State declarations,
yet these fade into our unloved history
of economic and political servitude
lack of benign royal gratitude,
and are not this today revolution’s healthy attitude
for who and what and why we love
this Interdependence Day.

Speak with me more and first
about who and what and why you love
with brilliant bright.
I will listen all this green and glorious day
and next,
all our loved and lover life.

 

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To My Last Breath

When I was a newborn,
I had no experience to reassure me
my first gasp for air
would not also be my last.

Between that first second inhaled reassurance,
and now,
I have operated under a romantic assumption,
More clean and nurturing air will follow.

Now, I have enough post-romantic experience
to deter me
from assuming this next gasp
for healthy air,
for more time to listen for compassion
still surfing in and out
EarthMother’s warm bath of nurtured reassurance
will not also be my ego’s last.

My dramatic eco-memory’s first romantic breath
now also echoes my last timeless moment

Fully
ecstatically re-investing
away from ego’s autonomous wall
of lifetime erected identity
into a webbed forest’s nutritional re-memory
faithfully resurrected again
not autonomous,
unpropertied
unincorporated
unbreathing
more than me.

And I hope I will not be troubled
or even distracted,
by all those competing for air time breaths
assuming falsehoods of ZeroSum economies
in-between first and last.

 

 

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