All Or Nothing At All

 

The farther we get

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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