washing over the shore washing my field of vision
in so far as light consists of waves
altering the land with night and day
as waves of seasons shift from heat waves
to cold waves as the bitterness of waves
of social change alters the politics
of inhabiting the Earth lying so
susceptible to waves of climate shift
waves of change that lull us into illusions
thinking revision will naturally go back
and forth all patterns dissolving returning
restoring peace joy prosperity love
for we think and feel life will get better
that waves of nausea waves of despair always
become waves of pleasure waves of joy
Only now the waves are dark plastic
trash-filled waves of political change
darkening as we who were confident
discover our delusion that democracy works
that good wins if we are spiritual enough
educated enough needy enough with waves of
desire strong enough
until with shock and horror
we realize increasing unrelenting waves
of greed cruelty ignorance will not be cleansed
by waves of sparkling enlightenment
Jack 11-14, revised 2-16
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