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Ageing with Some Grace*
(Listening to Nicola Conte - Black Is The Graceful Veil)
I.
The things we do to keep moving through this density without
Losing our higher mind or grounding in something larger that’s
Already made its way out of the Honeymoon phase for Life at
This number of Earth-bound years calling a truce with the
White flag topping us as it is; not how we’d like it to be.
II.
A plant branching growth: encrusting fretful walls,
Timid rocks and complicit trees bearing no name still organisms like
Fungi growing in symbiotic relation on this solid surface of
Pay-per-view.
III.
Fruit flies eagerly outpacing considerations to
Harvest the oranges hastening after their second-rate wit,
Offing themselves; nature’s martyrdom taking the
Final breath out of suffering; too soon.
IV.
Beating out extreme weather conditions;
Winter trending live events and the lifespan playing out on this
Cathode ray; screen reappearing all too somber, solemn, dignified
Even after you’ve personally done all you can; burrowing in
Unfermented food and greater receptacles of waste.
V.
Without permission, bidding for the art of intent; yet
These honorary infanticides leave me conveniently: no choice-
Gracing the eggs of fate who cast their coquettish ways and
Loving arms for keeps- all about my winged brutalities;
Speak no more.
I.
The things we do to keep moving through this density without
Losing our higher mind or grounding in something larger that’s
Already made its way out of the Honeymoon phase for Life at
This number of Earth-bound years calling a truce with the
White flag topping us as it is; not how we’d like it to be.
II.
A plant branching growth: encrusting fretful walls,
Timid rocks and complicit trees bearing no name still organisms like
Fungi growing in symbiotic relation on this solid surface of
Pay-per-view.
III.
Fruit flies eagerly outpacing considerations to
Harvest the oranges hastening after their second-rate wit,
Offing themselves; nature’s martyrdom taking the
Final breath out of suffering; too soon.
IV.
Beating out extreme weather conditions;
Winter trending live events and the lifespan playing out on this
Cathode ray; screen reappearing all too somber, solemn, dignified
Even after you’ve personally done all you can; burrowing in
Unfermented food and greater receptacles of waste.
V.
Without permission, bidding for the art of intent; yet
These honorary infanticides leave me conveniently: no choice-
Gracing the eggs of fate who cast their coquettish ways and
Loving arms for keeps- all about my winged brutalities;
Speak no more.
Published 4th Jan 2019
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