A miasma of ignorance Has befallen us Creeping stems of folly and greed Assembled the truss Overpowering decay of loose morals and hate Seething through gashes of laziness and envy Disguise as fate Deleterious rumors Cluster above Raining the acid drops enfeebling hope When shall it stop? The miasma of despair Crowning an Age When consciousness and progress could have reigned! Oh, circular geography Map of planet earth Bearing lines of blood and bitterness In a mesh of senseless X's Quagmire of seasons and cardinal points Empty glories do not anoint Only love, the incandescent Prana shall dispel A miasma of power Without legs Deprived of Depth.
April 15th, 2023
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