The Primordial Ooze
the darkness is
growing and I’m old
so what to do
one thing only
fight the growing
dark strike a spark
a match a candle
light a bonfire
spark it
wherever opportunity
presents tinder
make daily choices
that brighten not
darken our
collective
futures
don’t be deceived
all actions have
costs impact
ever brighter
futures or breed
dark superstitions
reverse evolution
sliding back into the
primordial ooze
–LE
CynOp 
5 responses to “The Primordial Ooze”
Lovely overture of hope, Liam. You’ve definitely lit a spark with this poem. The tinder will come.
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Thanks, Tanmay… unfortunately, the tinder is everywhere…; -)
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As I’m old as well, I fight the dark daily, always searching for that spark that keeps me keeping on. I create (something or other), therefore, I am. 😁
Wonderful poem and abstract, Liam. I like the photo too—lots of energy there.
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Thank you, Jai… I appreciate your reading. My ‘spark’, I suspect is similar to yours, though I do try to throw some sand in the system’s gears whenever opportunity provides…; -)
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Same here. 😊
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