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James Nordlund

The Rainbow's Gift Musings Painting's music Clarity A Mystery ?

A Mystery  ? It's been said, the heart must be As a clay vessel, broken, then Its contents flow to the ocean. How about oceans, Need they be broken by the 37,000 tons of nucleur waste Dumped in them everyday and their last 3, of 17 fisheries Being depleted, for their life To fly to the heavens? What of Kosovo, Iraq, Rwanda, Does our denial of our Narcissistic nihlism demand We turn a blind eye to The cycles of militarism, That first build up the sides Needed for war then dictate one's destruction; At all life's cost and Necrophilia's gain? What of Littleton, do kids need To be sociologically programmed By psychic terrorism five years In advance, to mirror the worst Of us; in order to further the Republican conspiracies' making its mask of morality more Ornate and profusely adorned? Aren't the 13 kids killed everyday By guns too high a price to pay For the convenience of blinders? Have we forgotten, it takes A village to raise a child, and Biophilia to educate; that It took a universe to create? Isn't the salience of social Division's results to high A price for our delusions Of control and hierarchy, and Will furthering them remedy or Just delude us more? Still, the corrupt absolutely, The technocracies' cults Of science and greed Aren't separated from the "state"! Isn't the extinction of 27,000 Species annually a denial of Our perdition, and thus Humanities' further death knell Ringing now, silently? Still, what do they say of Icarus on wing, skybound, Excess emotion, lack of foresight, The vanity of youth's folly? Does death really need To ride on the young's backs?! I say, reveal the devil in His details; yet, judge not. He was life and, as the caged bird, He sang, because.