Watch Albatross, And You Will Know A World

Poetry: Samuel Taylor Coleridge presented a bird to change our lives

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Please watch Albatross, by Chris Jordan.
Yes. It will be painful
If we are fortunate, pain seeps out of arduously cracked-open eggs
Hurtful truth, burns our brains and sears our imagination

Fire lit Prophet Coleridge, to present the first version

As Coleridge noted almost 200 years ago, if we are the sinners,
it is then we, who steer the vessel, to become late saints

Did we call a curse on spaceship Earth?

Rising water everywhere, and all the minds did shrink,
Rising water everywhere, only toxic slop to drink?

I ache to dream, but, instead, conjure fluffy, gray chicks
They inhale beauty of Earth, but exhale my sins,
shimmering air dances in their downy feathers
As they expire on our exorbitant whims

Their doting parents stare straight into your heart
— If it beats there — to be blessed unaware,
And I don’t know the outcome, but
Sea changes and tides, roll, crash, arrive, and cleanse

Please watch Albatross, by Chris Jordan.
Yes. It will be beautiful
Because then you and I are terns on the wind
Kindred souls, our hearts will soar,
My mind may sleep

Our world can continue.