Sharon ~ the Prophecy

I don’t know just how she got there
But suddenly there she was
Sitting in the dew speckled glass
at arm’s length
under a sky ariotous with stars
Chocolate-amber eyes
sable hair braided across her shoulder
and down the front
Strong in the set of her head
and the way she moved
She regarded me

I’m an ecologist
she said
And I laughed
which must have amused her

The environmentalist
want me to die
she said
But I believe we can build a world
where people fit into the ecosystem
Kinda like puzzle sex
Where everything scrunches and nuzzles
into everything

It’s all Plato’s fault
All that Left Hemispheric rhetoric
It split the soul of human kind
leaving half bleeding
and half in denial
He and his band of pseudo intellectual thugs
Painfully extruded the organic Beauty
of the Real World
Through their colorless filters
Until it occupied some insignificant corner
behind the yellowed parchment
of one of his “greater” speeches
She said

You see
If humans are not of this world
if this world is not Real
Then it’s OK
to look at trees as board feet
to look at whales as oil on the fin
to look at people as sacks of saltwater
No wonder he believed
we all live in a cave
Caves are quite nice really
but I digress . . .

She turned
Lost in thought
Sitting in the dew speckled glass
at arm’s length
under a sky ariotous with stars

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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