While I Wait

Slave trading aristocrats

A white bread Bureaucratic

Evidential decaying legacy

Declining standards

Awaiting mediocrity

And while you wait

We have rectal thermometers

Barometric odometers

Falling angles

Whose angel it is to turn noon into night

Every now and again

I can see a reflection of myself

Inside the eyes of another

Calling me to truth

Seeking something

Other than the feelings carried around

Resembling nothing

Other than the world that surrounds the two of us

You and I

With the blink of an eye

We have multiplied

Over and over

The numbers show

The world is overgrown

The commodity of souls

Without an identity to call their own

Billions of faces

Yet still all alone

Safety in numbers

Toxic oxygen

Heir to the toilet bowl throne

And the crops come up

Again and again

Depleted soil

The nutrients are all gone

Mirroring the men

Plowing through the remains

Of mother earth as she sighs

Witnessing us do it to ourselves again

The hearts of man

Guided by thinking unchanged

Birds of prey

Unconsciously driven

To destroy themselves again

Reaching a point

In the evolutionary slide

Disguised in material

Catering to the egoic mind

And the spiritual realm

Patiently watches once more

As our ego punks us out

Until we are visible no more



robert gallagher

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