… always Love more.
By J. K. McDowell.
There is much to celebrate and much to lament.
The alchemy works! Too long I have used
Detachment as a shield against enchantment. No more!
Bible or no, “Fisher of Men,” we all know the phrase.
Caught in the Net, the Matrix, the Mesh… Sorting the
Digital debris of “Likes,” we always want more.
Auto-drive is stuck on Accelerationist.
We want, we want, we want. Really? A cancerous
Ecology confuses abundance with more.
Morning breaks, the cardinal calls, the conure screeches.
Two empty shells, lives found shattered. Not a good day.
Jesus they are not listening anymore.
A parabolic path over rusted razor
Wire, the flaming arrow strikes me center chest,
Only to find my Heart is missing. Please feel more.
These Shadows, uninvited guests, arrive late.
Still, torture, murder and genocide are not welcome.
Never forget James, you can always Love more.