On All the Disturbance

Whole worlds are distant but closer than ever before

The forest is thick with gestation hampered by the forest

Sunlight beckons to the leaves nothing disappears in the night

By fireside the taunts of man grow strong on all wrong

On all disturbance manmade the seed is in the earth

The seed is in the tree, the seed is in the tears of lovers

Well wishers of the universal good, break out in song

Rainbows decorate the horizon of procreation and love

Black skies with jewels of light found in black man

Beyond the first darkness is another darkness of light

On all disturbance manmade the seed is in the earth

The seed is in the sky, the seed is in the centre of mans eye

Reverberation of humiliation at what we presume

Disembowel the deceit from the spirit of mankind

Better formulate the unfathomable beauty of wrong

Visceral breathing using an organ of creative genius

On all disturbance manmade the seed is in the earth

The seed is in the birds call; the seed is under the concrete

Time makes leaps and bounds without our concern for it

Oceans swallow lands and mountains with valleys with creeks

Man is an ant on the back of a whale that is hungry and angry

There is no background music or any camera to capture that

About all the disturbance manmade the seed is in the earth

The seed is the mind; the seed is the first, the last and the forever.