is this where the ibis live?
in this hot, steamy murkiness
fueled by consumer driven darkness.
I draw my breath to be filled...
there is only emptiness.
everyone maintains that they are blameless.
the lies we tell ourselves are
shameless.
is this where the ibis live?
At the end of their world...
humanity driven to the brink by sameness.
We have become a degradation against nature.
what must be done?
is this where the ibis live?
gasping, eyes lolling
waiting for us to regain our collective sense of..
self.
please help.......
i have children who will have children who will have children who will have children who will have children,
who will want to remember what it was like to
breathe.
and see the ibis.

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