Selection by death, that’s why it’s backwards Natural killing makes us whole The best live on to add their millions Others die to serve the fold The Watchmaker isn’t blind She just can’t see the future She makes her choice with what’s at hand We self-select for beauty -JW Marsh
Fog drifts in from the quiet Pacific Sometimes so thick it feels like a dream Now I sit on a bench beneath oak trees The sound of water is all I hear Droplets of fog have gathered on leaves After some time, a tiny bit falls A million leaves, maybe more in the stillness The
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There’s an elephant in the room and she isn’t feeling well The land around is closing in Rain and heat are acting strange Food is hard to find All around. So much dying Water isn’t where it was Scratch for food Search for comfort Days are long and hard Our human power is desire Desire
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Humans and our human wayscould bring the end of human days Here’s the answer, a simple testIf you want to live,don’t foul the nest
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Wind and light and unseen people Tiny under each air filled sail They’ll turn back home when the race is over Everyone wins when beauty prevails
The magical forest all falls downSquirrels, treetops, caves and townsLeft is flatness, spread to space A hot wind blowsWhat is this place? Form without matterWind without songs?Everywhere something moving wrong What of the wishes, and hopes for freedom What of the lovers left unfound Something survives, or we would not seeGive it some giving, plant
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This thing, this creation, life all around, to meet its ends and settle its ground pretends for a while to be you or me It moves the same for a fish in the sea We learn. Just enough to finish our work Eating, gaining, making more Knowledge beyond this threatens the beast Power to take
Ghosts of sycamores, all in a row blocking my view of the sky In daytime you glow in blue mixed with green All through night you lurk silent and grey The breeze is your lover on sun washed days mixing your seeds, as sure as desire How do you manage such lusty feats With basking
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