If they are things,
then it doesn't matter what we use them for.
If they are human,
each one has infinite value.
Not expendable utilities,
casually defiled, but
Holy transmissions of grace -- all
worthy to be praised and
adored.
Unadorned aesthetics, captivating wonder;
the shape of the nose, the shape of the toes,
the shape of the ear and depth of the eyes.
Made for joy,
not ab-use,
where the fruit of use
is spoiled -- damaged goods,
damned to be blocked, dammed up
from the fulfillment of the divine
potency reserved for the undefiled.
If we, the civilized, use those means,
we have nothing to say when 'the enemy,' too,
justifies such dis-regard.
Even for our own son, our own daughter,
we lose respect, and show disregard
and disrespect -- how easily, then, we
expend the life-force and the blood of others,
for satiating the lust of our id,
our I.D. -- our Identity, our id-entity...
entirely dependent on the same environment,
the same mental-physical natural resources.
We see what we like, and--though we
like what we see--we do not always reach to smell,
taste, touch, and feel.
Bonding and programming approaches equilibrium
through periods of volatility and revolution,
as we test the integrity of the envelop.
Part of a cloud broke a way from three others,
and dispursed into the blue.
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