inter.cision from Modern Myth by Sister Ivy

My world is changing,
heating up, and though this may not be quite new,
(True, this Gaia has discarded species
just as quick as I, as you, discard clothing,
plastic wrappers, Straws and napkins,
slightly less than fresh produce,
imperfect lovers, worn out shoes.
As quick as nations change hands or
populations change mythology-
this Gaia has many faces in her rear view)
this time, it feels different.

This time it seems this world may shed
her lush green blanket of rainforest
and purge herself of seed and sea;
this time it feels like even the oxygen is leaving.
I fear, this time, we may not emerge breathing,
flushed and new but hushed and blue,
the still-born child of nature’s womb
in which out time is short...
but we’re still too absorbed
in wrapping ‘round our necks
the umbilical noose of our evolution
that we can’t cut loose
‘cause we keep failing to choose life.

And you say, “maybe we survive”
well, maybe we do,
but if we do survive these changes,
what kind of future will we view?
Will the blue in green become our new mythology and every earth-born thing be nothing but a waking dream?

Is it too late to speak peace into being?
Is it too late to believe?

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