It's impossible to war with nature
that nature is a concept of the mind
so we thus battle our own conception
in this sense we are a blip on the screen
mostly ignored, an ignorant species
possessed of gifts beyond understanding
of reason misconceived, abused, misused,
somehow we imagine ourselves greater,
sapient, wiser than dumb animals
if language is a tool, it's a crutch,
bull-headed, egotistical speakers
leave us thinking we are great with our thumbs
essentially, Khot left us without hope
troubled by our state of affairs, coral
overheated and dead in the vast sea
waging war against nature is child's play
a language game to no effect, unheard,
reeling in the wake of self-destruction
wicked candles burn fat from tallow, lard
incensed by the smell of dead animals
the congregation insisted on wax
honeycombs and plant-based methods produced
non-toxic odors, scents more appealing
as Khot observed all time within her mind
the self-same mind imagined by mankind
understood by humanity as grace
revealed within our conscious awareness
even though we invented Khot as God
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