Twelve Billion Eyes are One

by

Chris Lahren

Sometimes you see the clarity of it all...
from the roots of an oak tree.

Each miniscule tentacle shoot of roots
that collides with the rest of entagled humanity.

The worms swirl in organic rot,
dead soldiers and decomposed masterpieces.

The silt and soil we till to feed new life...
it connects us all together.

We are on working organism, a gigantic god of our own.
Perhaps we ar as strong...perhaps we are god.

Up from the roots they become the core, the hard
wood we combine into solidarity.

Up from the ground we stand free,
our leaves blow gently in the wind
we breathe.

It takes our greens and pushes the
colorful pallette unto us.

We require eyes of the world,
to folow the rules and become
the guides of the body of fate
that lies before us all.

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