Meat for the grinder

One day, humanity will find that grinding meat, through peculiar trades,to make ends meetdestroys our faithand what we seekmay come too lateFEAR NOT!there is always more meat for the grinderbut here is a noble reminderthat but a dot, a speck of cloudwe are no more than only oneAnd I for one am very proud! That throughout these tears and blood stained timescomes an era of truthand beauty mindof hymns and hers and brightly colored thingsof swing and jazzand everythingthat makes the meatbut a flinga briefly colored amourettean amour passé that our lives once metand throughout this ever clinkingever dwindling pastsinks a truth that will godlike lastThroughout our soulsinto our nowSo may I remind you,of your beauty somehow? Get full access to Kobi One at kobione.substack.com/subscribe