Except for the love
of our children,
physical life is
merely to kill and
eat life to live
until killed and
eaten by germs,
though each soul
yearns for escape
into a gentle,
loving afterlife
we make it worse
by gorging and
trashing the Earth
for special privileges,
then launch upward
and outward to
escape the curse
somewhere among
multi-millions of
dwarf stars in a
frigidly expanding
Otherwise this
healthier and stronger
life-supporting planet
would live thousands
of years longer.

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