🌎 And so the day finally arrived when Mother Nature took things back into Her own hands. When humanity first laid eyes on the fateful new norm. No longer the future; Dystopia the now. 🌎
“What will it take til you heed my cries? Upon my essence your entire existence relies. Plundering & polluting the depths of my cavernous oceans up to my astral skies. Now tell me, what on Earth are you so flushed with upon which I can be so satisfied?”
Digging through old pics from 2014 adventures and finding this one ((hands down one of my fav street art walls ever)) spurred me to spew out this little poem. It was during that trip when I first started writing poetry and I always had a photo accompanying every one – they were born in synchronicity. Cool to look back at this through my corona lenses and pen something 6 years later. Fuck if I manage to keep this up with all my photos I’ll be as prolific as Picasso! 🎨😂 haha no chance 🌏 And remember, the planet doesn’t need us, but we sure as hell need it. 🌎
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