TILL NOW      

 
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*****(Attention: while attempting to edit, revise, add & change a few lines of my previously long published, old poem here on DUP, I accidentally nodded off (briefly fell asleep & when I snapped out of it & came to, I saw my texting finger had landed on top of the backspace key pad button & then I horrifyingly discovered, that I had inadvertently, accidentally & unconsciously DELETED the entire first half of my poem(!!!🤯!!!)...  SO, until I can (hopefully!?!) find my original handwritten first draft of this poem to resubmit here, I would prefer & highly advise & suggest that anyone opening up my just now 'AMPUTATED' half poem here, 'NOT' read it in it's current, severely eviscerated state of semi-non-being, because, well, I mean what's the point in trying to make any sense of it's present, freshly butchered, remaining 'cadavers', almost completely obliterated form?!!!?(😳🤯😖😭😵!!!):
 
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...(first half of this poem is still missing in action)...
 
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what use    
imagination          
desperately eager          
for any      
sign          
of sudden      
rains          
to come          
to save      
the day          
at last          
or if      
absent          
lay      
to waste          
the truth          
the dream          
the worth          
the need          
the hopes          
of any      
weed          
ant  man            
or poem          
to manifest      
to come      
to grow      
become         
or move      
beyond          
the routine      
mundane ways          
of things          
of status      
quos          
that remain      
the same          
so stagnant          
paradigms      
can change          
so complacent          
mediocrities          
can lay      
down upon          
too oft      
unseen      
open ground      
of being          
to let      
go all          
depleted      
dead end      
dying dreams          
still so      
desperately          
clinging on          
to simply      
let them      
go          
to die      
away      
from all          
the lies      
that have          
so cruelly          
kept them      
here          
on the      
other side          
of      
truly free          
for      
oh so      
very long      
it seems        
this ravenous      
ravaging cancer      
of the      
human soul          
thats infected      
and effectively      
eaten          
nearly everything          
good      
and beautiful          
precious  rare      
and whole          
which inspires          
the mind      
and heart          
once considered    
to be    
of greater    
more crucial    
more critical    
importance          
up until    
now      
here in      
this still          
wondrous      
though presently    
lost    
and rapidly    
dying world          
where      
so much          
still must      
be      
let go      
of          
so much          
must be      
changed          
in all      
of mankinds      
self destructive      
ways          
of thinking      
doing          
and being          
if we          
and all      
of life          
are ever      
to remain          
and survive          
all      
the collective          
damage          
we have      
done          
and still          
so blindly          
continue to          
consciously do          
as the        
irresponsible          
predominant species          
here upon          
our      
still struggling      
still sacred      
conscious      
living      
mother earth  
that is  
perhaps  
till  
now