The farther we stray
from our natures
the more depressed we get
Hunting, fishing
and chopping wood
our DNA and yet ...
We sit and stare
at digital screens
our spirits on the run
And shun each other
inhumane
our futures zero — sum
(The New Room: September, 2024)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments1
Well done, Kurt. I needed that one today thanks for sharing.
Thanks Jerry
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