In a web of greed, hate and illusion.

Reflections during a 
summer solstice…

Content in the realization 
that the declination
of my Earthly Sol 
now travels north, 
toward  final winter’s
hibernation.
 
To what point oratory 
hyperbole 
and grandiloquence bombast? 
Magniloquence verbosity 
with pomposity elocution?

Eloquence  replaced 
with rant and discourse, 
and oration displaced by 
balderdash fustian frustration. 

Waxing exclusive 
warring tribes, 
and inkish snide 
eclipsing waning 
inclusive 
benevolent 
compassion. 

You know not me,
nor I any more 
learned of you. 
Where does 
humanity hide? 

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