CRUST

E.E. Jacks - Original Art Work - Oil Painting
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KILAUEA, HAWAII

Go near to the edge
Stand on the sinking
Feel the last remnants of this inherited domain
For some a certain type of preservation is requested
A certain type of salvation or tradition is invested
But isolation has been neglected
It has been crudely split into insignificant recreations
Consumption has diluted the essence of us
Turned the still nocturne into rabid noise
This disruption robs men of their youth
It drips of complacency
Even the Bur oak seeks solace
Scattered about in desperate bands
They no longer live to be loved
They live to exist
And we in our weakness
Cannot see our own reflections
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THE EDGE
Poetry & Prose by EE Jacks