Out of touch
As we are never out of touch,
no matter how far we are separated,
there is never any risk of losing
that most valuable touch of pricelessness
with our world of sound reality
of chaos, turbulence and revolutions
where the ultimate deciding force is nature,
justly threatening with the upheaval
of abusive mankind's universal terrorism
in irresponsibly exterminating wildlife,
the only sound life form there is;
which we are allied to
as incurably free lovers
of the wildest forms of life,
and that is our eternal contact.
Bide by me, my love, and keep to purity
of life and soundness and of nature,
and we'll never lose our touch
as universal freedom fighters.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-05-25 at 09:53
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