Nature does nothing in leaps and bounds
in this way
partially
in the grips of fate
we are found.
We struggle
a fish
washed up on the beach
we can’t breathe
living, real life is out of reach.
Life is suffering well
the blows of nature
that tries to sell
the idea of what we really are.
Look around, look within
all our glorious errors
begin with this, natural sin……..
