summer canopies,
is home to woodland creatures, of predatory need.
A battle for survival with all living things at rival,
is the state of raw existence, where concealed creatures
feed.
The brighter light that gleams and glares ‘neath lofty
city rooftops,
is home to urban spirits of a predatory side.
Where everything’s on sale, there’s the smell of something stale.
And truth is a blind stranger, where the hungry eyed
abide.
The dank occluded gnosis ‘neath the screening of
the senses,
is home to falsehood fantasy, that disseminate deception.
Ignorance and contradiction, in a constant painted fiction,
frustrate the finding of the path, and obfuscate
perception.
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