I have thought
devoted more than
twenty years
to intangible things
solid materialists
would devalue.
Ephemeral
ennobling ideals
sourcing
spiritual morality
materialism's
destitute junkies
would consider
frivolous.
Surmountable
enlightened ideals
that will spiritually
revolutionize
a world still
locked within
frozen wastes fearing
metaphorical ice age.
A lost product...
consuming
world still
locked within
a fear or faithless
echo insecurity
abhorring poverty
psyche still fears.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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