from the fossils buried deep under glaciers
earth, and oceans, your writings of the history
of my world you continuously create and
heal
i decipher my revelatory beliefs of you, to
call
it my theology, promoting it with my praises
of you so silly, empty, and deceptive to
neighbors
and self without strengthening my
solidarity
with that life-giving mother nature
the rivers, the plants, the animals and the
fowls
including the turkey, a foolish imitator of
the peacock
may be then, and may be then, i will have a
chance
of not ending myself a sandy, or a stony
fossil
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