by Lance Wright
Current matters from a long-sighted lens..
a 'revolving ring' of evolving things,
pause to think...
the odds of getting larger,
in God's gardens, is startling.
In the same breath,
dewed winds & choppy waters
whisks well beings' worlds into disorder.
present-day rows aren't as rosy;
yet, should be--at once...
'fore either brushes or bouts
with deadly depths come about.
Till pathogens bug off,
from freely loading
an inhumane motive en route to tomorrow,
fruitless rifts within the raft
can't carry on.
Yet, if we cease to sound off...
then will those, chairing the mass,
care to unmask artless red tapes?
Then & there, from town to town,
you'll find--repainted blueprints.
This cure, better cements survival
alongside our guide's shadows & sunshines...