It’s so easy to live in the future
To count away days yet to be
To discount the moment you’re in
Feel that freedom is just around the next tree
Our minds are fired with data
They burn like a kiln all day
Cluttered and clouded
Brimful
Shrouded with stray grief
Tightweaved with
The society we’ve woven
One that’s pushing ever onwards
Over boundaries and limits
Over fragile birdbone fields
Crush the bugs, bogs and organic beautiverse
Discontent with the isness is our business
And you’ll be happy when you
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But come,
Sit under this tree with me
Nowhere else to be
No future to project
Or past to misconcept
Allow the thought river
To flow unobstructed
By your grasping
We are here
Together
In the rightnowness of it all
And I wouldn’t change an atom.
Joe Blogs, 2024