the message of the poems

I did manage to establish
a polar-opposite
visionary-wilderness
antithesis to despair.

I distribute them on flyers.
I fly over the city,
handling the air my packages of sound.

Will they reach you some years
in a poetic-attempt?
Overly dependent,
somewhat unclear?

Accept their unique identities,
don’t mention their weak-spots
appreciate their tangents

Absorb their temptations
digest their preoccupations

Their parents scrubbed
and disharmoniously brought together,
they grew out of dissatisfaction,
quarrel after quarrel

They encompass the present-day scene.
Yet they will not prevent the apocalypse
from finding everywhere

Reaching into so many hearts
it’s hard to know how to put them.