I breathe deep green thoughts and move
At a pace uncontrolled.
I refuse to strip bare my home
To kill the creatures that walk, fly, swim and slither.
My usual human self falls
Away,
Broken, changed by evident lack of capitalist consumption.
I drift in silken rivulets of
Light
Fracting
Through
Water, surface and deep bodied blue.
I am earth and gravel and grit
And bone of ancestor.
I am history and pulse
Of memory
Both human
And animal sentient.
I connect and feel rooty and knarly
And heavy with plant material.
I sense, I infuse and touch life
At
A deeper
Resonance.
Earthly, infantile, they call me
child, human mind
sentimental
insane vegan.
But I am falling
Dreaming.
Humming throng of
Vibration.
To my original heart-casa, I return.
I will guard
Protect, sing a song of truth
Of sentient inhabitants and earthly home.
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