Trillions (yes, trillions) of tons
of stuff is sought after
stolen, amassed, fought over,
often ugly, rarely essential to life –
some of it actual life: animals, children –
just property, rarely respected
(not even art is respected)
for its beauty, elegance or design –
status-stuff bought, collected,
often increasing comfort – and stress –
and failing to fill the billions
of little black holes which coalesce
into the planet-sized maw
of our semi-consciousness.
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