Though oligarchic corporate rule is having its day, expect glorious humanity to rise up in efface of such a wasteland…
When She Peers
It finally seamed
A soul corporation
Owned every thing
Parently that is
Abut won blooming soul
In carnation
A glorious remained her
Is mothered in the recesses
Beyond
Any cruel calculus
Up rising
Soully bowing to the unbowed
Flower power
Best buds
With awe that there is
