(CONSCRILILLA) A POETIC SENRYU CONFIGURATION
The clouds passing by are grey today... Tiny drips of water... The rain comes.
And I think of her
Hypothetical, so pure
She is but a dream
Another day of life... Of planning... Of getting it right or wrong.
In a distant future we are the ancient ones.
She is shining star
I a planet in orbit
Flowers smell so good
These lives so intricately entwined... The smallest microorganisms faded into extinction... Affecting the greatest things... If only... If only..
Sunrise she is gone
Eyes open I am alone
I awake man sigh
Each rotation brings us closer to the end... None knows the day or time... The inevitable outcome of all this hate and hostility... So many so focused on the material... Forgetting that it's all man-made bullshit and fragile systems of control...
That a tree dying in South America could cause planetary collapse... The way we see such a disease... We the cure... We the virus.
She lingering breeze
I close my eyes to see her
We subconsciously
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
