I enter the sacredness of this existence

Hold my life with respect

Leaves shadow wild blooms
veiling their beauty like dense and gray fumes
behind the dense dunes
through swishing and rustling tunes

Even when all
the ruby shards
and splinters
had vaporised,

I’d pretend
to gather
invisible
broken pieces

outlined in chalk.

what if people had hearts,
and cared for one another deeply,
everyone doing his part
to improve his neighbour's condition completely,
without reward or remuneration,
only love for the entire human population?

what if cows had wings,
and buzzed above abattoirs like bees,
*******—as nectar—the skins
off the bodies of humans, fallen to their knees,
in repentance and commiseration
with the suffering of all living things?

For decades, I lived as a human being with a large group of humans without social symbols, utterly unaware of the presence of several social guiding forces.

These guiding forces have now imprinted social symbols on us.

It has driven all the group members apart.

I don't know whether this  is reality or illusion?