ideologues rampage the planet earth
they come in diverse shapes, colors, and hearths.
power and control is the perpetual name of the game.
it is a primal nightmare that surrounds the human race.
is it an evolution's treacherous game to end the human face?
my mind is troubled as it wobbles in the planetary space.
sadness and sorrows take over at a steady pace.
for my sadness and sorrows there is a reprieve.
the snow is falling and spreading the stillness.
the still moment reminds me the nature of momentary trace.
the matters of life are evolving among the volcanic spade.
stillness follows the turbulence of the planetary grain.
stillness regains, and reigns, and I am off to be momentarily "sane" again......
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