The Beauty Lost

there was a time
the beauty of ocean and it's misty sprays were plentiful.
the land and it's prairies were wide and open.
the springs, the bogs, the marsh, the lakes, and the rivers were alive and clean.
the hills, the mountains, and the peaks shined.

times change, and the fracking came

the oil pipe ran through the heartland turning the beauty of the land
into dark, dusty, murky spew.

it was a money game that killed the ocean and the plain.

the time was no other time than our time, the beginning of the end time.

Silence

Beyond words, and beyond any say?
What can I say when I am in wobbling sleep, and in disarray?

Matters wobble and sway in a wobbling disarray. 
There is nothing that matters beyond the matters streaks and sway.
So, what else can I say when I am in wobbling sleep, and in disarray......
Wobbling in matters of disarray, beyond words, and beyond any say.