i believe in climate justice and in my bones i feel it missing. like magnesium. i'm taking that now in liquid form. the formless form informs. the thing that's missing we must get back into us, the vital thing that is leeched from the system. you get one thing and there's another behind that. i think the vital missing thing is love, which incorporates everything, and which is dying of calculated collapsing hate agreed. 
i saw bird boy last night. with the sun when i found this wing i could feel sad but still see the beauty in the wind, in the wing rather, left from the wind. if i found it today it would look despondent, drop shadow in fog, my heartsunk eyes. days of gray later. 

*please listen to the song bird boy, by don cherry, on multikulti.