There’s a space in time where the whisting waves
die heavy on the stilling sand; where brief
the windbreeze blows in unforceful flutters;
where the Tree Of Life lets a limb-shed leaf
lie fallen ‘pon Her roots in soil scorned;
where vast the mountains stand, with un-clad peaks;
where revant cold quenches the upstart heat
of Life defiant, and of Eden warmed.
Climatic clarity! Emergency
emergent ‘cross – awash tsunamic – th’sea
of consciousness… Rebel’yun ‘gainst our own
rushrace to sculpt that future out of stone!
Truncated time perspective makes unknown
the depths of hurt inflicted ‘pon our home…
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william altoft 