Twin souls never stand a chance
They were never meant to dance
on Earth enraptured.
Because it awakens jealousies
when we usurp them
circumnavigate the rote purpose
dare to oppose their version
of status conscious happiness.
When souls disengage from pretend
when we unfriend the robotics
replace the screen with the actual.
activate the natural
hum again with radiant eyes
unearthing the synchronized rhythm.
What propels life was never strife.
Creation comes from possible open yes.
When battered slaves are free
after devastation and ruin
happier below than ever was above.
When blind slaves overcome
their taskmasters of gaudy illusion
We can begin again with right purpose.
Planting trees, sharing stories
This world will support us if we let it
if only we let go of greed.