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Climates in Round Color

I could be wrong,
but feel right in guessing,
most straight men
don’t understand

Feminists, too,
just like them,
long to answer perennial questions
no one has yet asked
in published forums
for restoring EarthJust dialogue.

What is our unasked climate question?

Hiding deep inside
surgical silence of denial
erasing prior presumptions
of noble humane noises
neglecting wilderness of outside voices,
proEarth choices.

I can feel this holy aspiration
to multi-culturally know,

Or, at least listen for sacred hope
outdistancing secularized
demonized
criminalized despair

That longs for profoundly democratic healing
outside loudly pacing threat

Against transparently discussing
what peace costs
transubstantiating active distrust
of space empowered
time enlightened Others

Who might not forgive us
for trespassing against their safe manna-fed breath,
securing our full
round
securely colored sight lines
multigenerational spaces
sacred places
for and of silent solitude.

Where does realistic cultural compromise
resonantly close begin?

When does win/win multi-partisan climax of victory
most resiliently open end?

Does whole EarthYang health fill in
as aggressive extraction
of silent singing EarthBeauty
flows Yintegrity ailing out?

Why does ancient enlightening spiritual wisdom
lack sufficient natural empowering knowledge?

How does silence
interrupt
and erupt
Earth’s best natural/spiritual questions?

What will we become
outside inside
full grown up and down
and all around
our octave keys
and fractal clues
emerging radiantly complex
full-sung complex silence
of compassion?

Who would love to outside dare
such self emptying green peace
without inside red despair?

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This Is EarthJust Us

This is Us,
my waist too big,
his check too small,
she’s not the fairest
of Them all,

We must confess,
This is Ugly,
we are a mess,
the Earth’s ungrounded
greatest pest,

But, This is Us,
our only home
to share it well
before its gone,
extracted
refracted
denuded
and fracted,
deluded
and impacted,
polluted
and red Raped… …

Sacred
health neglected
and wealth abused,
THIS IS US!
We’re all we have
and are,

All we remember
and imagine,
reimagine
our compassion
for Earth’s great final passion;
This is Us

Filled with puss,
make it
or bust,
some say
“dust from dust,”
our parts
too often rust,
we smell
of patriarchal must,
need everything
right now or bust,
This is Us… …

Not unlovely Them;
what will we do
when established trump
doesn’t rule
our wild and free imaginations
of how I can be,
live true to
my own flawed beauty,
re-connecting
re-ligioning
re-membering
through all our neglected wild cards,
This EarthTribe is Us

We’ve each made god
in our best imagination
of how united nations
remember recreations
of great and wealthy destinations
from home regeneration
for health to safely hold
future generations
singing this our great examination
of how we are
in this Great Green Transitionalization,
This is Us

When we
most brilliantly choose
to see
This Us is Earth
regiving birth
forgiving death,
our wide democratic
and deepest
existential mess,
This is Us.

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