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Recluse
A man walks through deserts,
storms, blizzards, springs, mountains,
and tundras, desperately looking for a place
to live, but each part of the planet has gold
and silver brainwashing humankind,
partnered up with innovated products
waving their arms about wildly,
drawing attention to wanting to be taken
off shelves and from racks and floors.
The man has lived for so long on an Earth
that has accumulated things that Nature
has never seen coming and, unfortunately,
she has paid for her lack of knowledge,
having to hold all that excess plastic weight
on her back and shoulders; grunting and preparing
to dwindle away its life.
There are children everywhere that the man is going
and they only laugh and play games while simultaneously
losing Nature inch by inch.
The man has rough lines on and in his body.
His facial features are of the past and nothing present.
He believes that there’s no such recuperation
that can save his kind having fallen for all the falsities
and obstacles of wickedly, grinning materialism
that cannot wait to banish him as it outgrows old Nature.
