I.
One true, bright poem
Calms the false, dark language,
Pops chatting's bubble-foam.
II.
History's word and art are sending
Word of artful human ending.
Tech-speech and arts: these dark holes,
Maroon us in false sensation,
Birth our natural, human soul's
Electron-transmutation.
Atomistic egoism excitedly creates!
This, and more, for the artificial, human states!
For the triumph of unrooted, fleeting fun!
To Human-Earth conflagration, happily we run.
No meteors strike; no volcanoes darken Sun,
Alien images pierce imagination,
Storm mind and home, sack our creation;
Slay human nature's culture: technics are the gun.
Tech-speech and arts have won
Our natural, human soul, for fun.
Yet, soul's revelations ever deploy
To culture's darkness: light of eternal, human joy.
Copyright L.S. Heatherly 2012
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