Ex. Com.

How the mundane
computes into this madness
over and over again.

I grow tired
realizing that while the details
devolve into minutia
the world bleeds on its borders.

(Letting go
is the sound of my silence.)

Truth speaks no words.
It merely translates
into the condition of life support systems.

The flow of waters in “our” streams.
The lifeblood of whole communities unforeseen;
species other than our own.

As we grow like a cancer
in our importance.

lloyd marbet, 1-6-2000