Pluralism
breathes life
gives light
unto existence,
multiplying
our potential
independence from oligarchy

breath life's
sweet scent
of gasoline
clouded
oil tarred
streets

Street lights
rush past
houses
illuminating
drunken Oktoberfest
of quart mugs
and cheap beer

Existing
pubs
house people
who assume
life's normality,
the only normal thing

multiplied
this assumption
denies climate change
and sea rise,
29 meters when
ice caps go splat
at end of century
coming to you soon
already 20 years late

potentially
anything unarchived lost
hubris (art?) burned
to skeletal remains
with dust fertilizing
fields from floods
of civilizations own
driving rains

Independence from oligarchy's
sweet scent
rushes past
assumption
of normality's
dust fertilizing.