If that's all it is,
endless cosmic interplay
of creation and destruction
infusing this volatile planet
with the appetites and attitudes
of commercial human beings
who charm, spin and sell
thousands of catchy ads
for quick flights to joy,
yet whose daily agenda
to forever grow and expand
is fed by mass slaughter
and the ecocidal gluttony
of yearly millions more,
they all will travel extinct
to rising mountains and oceans
of the trash they tend to ignore.

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