I picked up a handful of dirt and it felt dirty… I tried to taste the air and it was bitter, and I dare not rinse off or swallow for the water has a sting!

Where have all the flowers gone, besides being harvested to die within glass coffins -

as EaRtH is plucked for the compound of its soul, de-oxynated each day as humans invent new toys of creation –  sacrificing the ElementS of time and future for the present day enjoyment of artificial advancement.

We like pretty things, as we build higher than the mountains; stealing away natural foundations to stand rigid in amazement of steel monuments.

Can space exists without stars, or is it that we can’t see the heavens beyond the smeared gray that is painted permanently upon the face of our atmosphere?

Why replicate DNA in the grand illusion of mass producing life, all while cooking up lethal concoctions with recipes that borrow ingredients from nature's breath?

Techno – calities ever changing the commonalities of existence.

Is there any resistance to plant new seeds of green, instead of weeping from what we sow through artificial insemination?

Now, let us bow our heads and close our blind eyes in a second of silence for the Death of Life – as the grains of the broken hour glass turn to quick~sand…