Every heave matters;
no chariots to heaven—
backpacker pathway.
Chosen path
Category: Unplugged
Protector
Shadowing shine,
trees hide the moon, branching out
as patriarchy.
Denial
Bush fire-smoked sunsets?
Weather on hormonal spell.
Climate change… What now?
Imagine
Climate revival,
political sanity—
dream on, you’re free to.
When humans are gone…
Like moaning witches
with stretching skin, dragging robes,
sea beds, years later.
The Chaos Within 