All Or Nothing At All

September 28, 2024

The farther we stray

from our natures

the more depressed we get

Hunting, fishing

and chopping wood

our DNA and yet ...

We sit and stare

at digital screens

our spirits on the run

And shun each other

inhumane

our futures zero — sum

(The New Room: September, 2024)

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