today we meditate falling leaves. 
red of blood leaves, hands, paper tears of trees. 
we are sad because 
the world is oppressed.  
how even the hideous oppressors oppress 
themselves. to their own luxury graves 
they plod hatefully, 
taking as much away from the living as they may.
we're all mixed up. 
we only know where we are by where we are not. 
we're full of war, full of alienation, full of atoms and opinions 
that are other than us, that are not fit for today's market.  
we carry a lot of unnecessary weight in the world. 
we buy stuff we don't need.  
we will be buried in a landfill.
we are the obsolete stuff of our own making we try in vain 
to throw away each day.