at this particular moment in time
someone near the gardens of Christchurch
stark naked and relaxed after swimming
sitting statuesque on a still ocean beach
reflecting upon unrequited love
reciting cruel summer love rhymes
caught up in that foolish relational lurch
holding back tears and recalling love's better times

someone in the saccharine South Pacific
observing glowering pacific clouds
mists meandering o'er a titanic western horizon
echoes and rumblings of orchestral thunder
witnessing doldrums summer squalls and showers  
warm towering rains north of the tropic of Capricorn
south of the flowering equator to be more specific

someone in freezing Antarctica
zipped in a puffy down-filled parka
frost in the air with ice floes in the sea
a waddle of penguins dances and leaps
accompanied by rafts of tuxedoed Emperor birds
wond'ring as they frolic and race after fish
why they won't ever see or face brilliant Spica
 
someone perched on a vertical high above old Jozi
taking in the void down in heterogeneous South Africa
such a breathtaking view of surfing white sharks
bathed by the rays of bright summer sun
African penguins at home on their resident beach
compelled by genetics that seem less than rosy

someone on an island in vast Indonesia
lost hopes and tears from another erupting volcano
nature creating more havoc and destruction
as human wickedness is surely created
twisting politics with intentional instruction
nearby the abysmal sea bed splits and quakes
deep beneath islands in radio-active Micronesia

someone on stuffy Wall street is plotting
embezzling pocket fulls of bonds and biscuits from louts
picking loose morsels out of vaults and company logs
flossing stitches and stealth from over-stuffed mouths
stealing riches from greedy corporate salivating dogs
moiling in darkness as their blackened souls are rotting

someone sipping bitter sweet espresso in old France
decompressing in a small street cafe along cluttered rue Cler
searching romance and art eyeing passing fashionable filles
taking in honking traffic and all while they quietly sit there
reflecting on baguette spread with ripe cheese arranged on a plate
as that self-absorbed Paris crowd sits and just stares
murals of thought sorted like words on a page
depicting a modern Lautrec in that contorted stance

someone disheveled and squatting along Kensington avenue
stumbling then tumbling in embittered Philly
everyone high on crystal meth and spice
perceptibly crying while others lay dying
she's been discourteously saddled with a toss of the dice
crumbling while fondling her distressing tumour
another shot in the arm until she's all muddled
another shot in the head until she's befuddled
defeated she'll abort that fetus cradled in her drug stressed belly
having traded sex for street promises that are always untrue

someone crossing Ekaterina street in golden Odessa
unfolding rain into snow as traffic whizzes along
while Russian tanks continue holding Ukraine's eastern flank
tension unfolding as NATO resists with a heavier hand
squadrons of jets and a fistful of missiles
replaying history though long gone is the iron clad Czar
and everything historical including every Russian Contessa

someone in impeded Appalachia is quietly vying
slowly dying from cancer as they wander hardwood hills
rigid and expecting he won't see another sugar sap moon
sadly pond'ring whether his frigid dead body
would be buried above another woodland coal seam
could families once owned by old company stores
salvage cemeteries trounced by immoral coal companies
where so many poor miners are eternally lying

someone in ultra-modern Berlin
envisioning strolling along an old cobbled street
rememb'ring how their dead German father
proudly wore his brown Hitler youth shirt
running wild with crazed groups of uniformed Nazi's
smashing Juden heads and spraying grafitti on windows
reliving streams of lost innocent blood
oozing beneath those stomping jackbooted feet
political doctrines and evil fascism that suck nations in

someone stuck on the street stumbles and falls
having mucked and scrabbled for a hit of fentanyl
another young heart stops on a bent street curbside
unraveling lives across Vancouver's poor eastside
sirens scream horror as another impoverished night descends
called by a smorgasbord of deadly street drugs
selfishness calling out as impartiality continues
ignoring destruction and that ugly demon's stride

someone in poverty stricken rural China
on International Human Rights day
beaten and arrested for boldly speaking out
remembering tanks roaring in Tiananmen square
crushing free spirit in the good people that protested there
harsh definitions are legislated about that hushed human fight  
prison gates confine political prisoners like nothing is finer

someone in bombed out Falluja wakes
tears stream down her battered broken face
staring in fear at a forsaken shattered wall
recalling rank explosions of American tank shells
flanking exhibitions of massive war wounds
hoping Allah forgives all her loathing and hatred
morning prayers uttered for her dead children's sake

someone in Asia's overcrowded subcontinent
trying to catch their Vishnu breath
hoping they might stumble across
a piece of stale bread or some lost grains of rice
trained on sustaining food before pretentious night falls
surviving each day on shattered dreams and pure karma
incense smoke caressing and addressing the Holy Ganges
while continuous fumes rise from smoking funeral pyres
accretion seems so crassly dominant
permeating that spicy Indian atmosphere
clearly the majority of poverty is so obviously prominent
 
someone in remote Iqaluit is drinking bottled water
softening ice floes navigate an adjacent icy sea
while hungry Polar bears anxiously pace the barren shore
a pitiful institution covered by such a thin skin
vagrant sea ice prohibiting those white hunters
expressive climate change exhibiting bare bones
melting permafrost with all this depressing devastation
atmospheric stressing making things so much hotter

someone in frigid Siberia is sledding
skating and sliding on new winter ice
while shimmering red white and green aurora borealis
painting those living and glimmering solar scenes
ions prancing and dancing across that excited sky
entrancing tundra that is wind scoured but free
enticing resistant polar climes that will never suffice

someone levitating inside the International Space Station
monitoring a riveting computer read out
measuring inventive solar wind and extensive power
as the livid earth spins on its subliminal axis
solar energy freely raining down upon every earthly nation

someone orbiting distant Vega enraptured in meditation
picturing regal worm holes bridging virgin space
transiting Lyra and life in a transitory sixth dimension
poetry in motion consistent with universal relocation
small moves eventually equal gigantic leaps
infinitely if one and one are truly two
perhaps the news of universal time is real
sometimes many and sometimes a very few
that sense lucid beings astrophysically all feel
intensely inducing a spatial human view

at this particular moment
someone in the sixth dimension
realizing gravity leaks
speaking about the fourth to the fifth
dreams and thoughts stuck inside that brane
describing vibration so completely complex
indexed and finding God residing in the tenth
imported by a matrices of polyplex
where motion and emotion
are simply universal extension

at this point in time
there remains residual intention
retaining some semblance of order
a polyplex of creation
as this world and others
exist through invention

someone with interminably thick skin
determinably has fallen from slick grace
like the sum total of this violent human race
this is that damnable spastic and pitiful place
we're born into this shameful plastic sin
existing in this wretched elastic space
we're subjected to disgraceful greed lust and hate
surrounded by evil we must somehow survive
it seems our limited physics and physical traits
are the reflections that determine our corporeal fate
this is the suffering world that we all live in

someone balancing on the cusp of discovery
struggling to find something deep inside them
a song or a poem or a dance or a painting
something that God has immeasurably delivered
a dream or a hope or a wish or a crown
a place or a time with joy and some hope
a recipe for life that is smothered in love
something uplifting not pulling them down
every blessed thought word or deed that induces recovery

someone lost in that void beyond time
a sacred place far beyond every sinful crime
trying to navigate that maze of love and existence
someone moving from rigid time into light
persistence and  meditation in that seventh dimension
expecting God and those holy ghost secrets they'll find
existence and light in that vast tenth dimension
such a fantastic place where the soul has gone blind

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