The Reckoning/The Great Purification

I hear the dinosaurs, their blubber water laugh, the wood owl heart drum, the cricket peace, the frog jug a rum, the pig denial. We have only two choices now - either be homeless or face that the whole world is our home. Mike Roselle sits alone in his Coal River Valley home as the windows daily rattle from the blasts. O caffeine I send this peace that all is well in the air as we go over this cliff as long as we fear not the loss of boundaries...One must take hold of oneself and MAKE love between our technologies and our memories. Do ye not hear The Coming a the Greens?

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