Ignoring his creamy fingers soiled muddy
Palms pressing on earth as fragile limbs fist one by one
Modest wishes leave him tempted of lifting substance
His innocent curiosity alerted to grasp the gravity of power
Existence watches on in rebellious indifference as
Black dirt sifts through self and back onto ground
The overhead light bulb swings in motion of the day
A pendulum of awareness forced from underground
As a child of wonder is sheltered in the recesses of a broken World.
I am grateful for solidarity ❤
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