FOUR LAKES / ONE SKY: A double-quartet of voices, 4 dying inland seas / 4 patriarchs of war….

IMAGE: January SNOW DROUGHT at HEARTBREAK Meadow basecamp, the WALLOWAS, OREGON. FOUR LAKES / ONE SKY, a quartet of voices (1) The price of freedom is no longer war; It’s the revolution of consciousness that ends conflict--BEFORE--it happens. Witness the four great inland seas of the living Earth: The ARAL SEA, broken basin, cut off from its rivers, Sun enters the wounds, salt lifts and festers, thirsty winds carry the sea inland to melting glaciers and high mountains, wrecked fishing fleets line the shore, no return, no return. The GENERAL speaks: I will secure the future. I strike first. I take no prisoners. History blesses the ruthless. Death is the price of total peace. Chorus REFRAIN: War’s not a game. it’s spiritual illness, a mind split against itself, a body at war with its own hands. (2) The price of freedom is no longer war; It’s the revolution of consciousness that ends conflict-- BEFORE--it happens. Lake IRMIA, white heat holding, a mirror that burns, water divides from itself, salt thickens the tongue, thirsty air drinks what remains, the shore vanishes inward, thirst leading to thirst, white heat holding, no return, no return. The PROPHET speaks: We are a chosen people. My land will be great. Abraham’s rock will run pure again with Isaac’s blood. May the fire of a thousand of my bullets and bombs and missiles light up your total darkness. Chorus REFRAIN: War’s not a game. it’s spiritual illness, a mind split against itself, a body at war with its own hands (3) The price of freedom is no longer war; It’s the revolution of consciousness that ends conflict--BEFORE--it happens. LAKE CHAD, heart of Africa, flood arrives like a child’s cry, flood leaves like a thief in the night, grasses rise, then vanish, fish die and mud cracks open, too much / not enough, the thirsty sky in wild runaway, pulse without memory, no return, no return. The PRESIDENT speaks: I am great. I never lose. You’re a loser. I always win. I will win so much you will forget your sins. The threat is everywhere. I will end it totally. I am great. I always win. Chorus REFRAIN: War’s not a game. it’s spiritual illness, a mind split against itself, a body at war with its own hands (4) The price of freedom is no longer war; It’s the revolution of consciousness that ends conflict--BEFORE--it happens. The GREAT SALT LAKE, white lung exposed, the breath of Joseph Smith turns bitter, the floor becomes air, the thirsty air becomes burden, wings pass through poison, a whole basin speaks in the noise of toxic dust, a body forgetting water, no return, no return. The good Pastor End-times speaks: The earth shall be utterly laid waste. For the earth lies polluted under your worthless feet. Therefore, I send curses that shall devour the earth, and devour you and all other worthless creatures who shall suffer and suffer and suffer for their guilt till the end of time. Chorus REFRAIN: War’s not a game. it’s spiritual illness, a mind split against itself, a body at war with its own hands, a body at war with its own hands. Composed ar HEARTBREAK Meadow, III.27.2026 the WALLOWAS, OREGON