The House of Earth: Poetry & Art

"Earth" - abstract work made from a salvaged trivet


The cold wind blows past 
the dying twitches 
of an era
that brainwashed us
into believing we are alone

So we've forgotten 
circles of life and love
because we keep seeing
their destruction
in darkened mirrors
made from history's sand

And our efforts
continue to be fruitless
only because we don't recognize
that we all sleep inside
the same House of Earth.

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