Raising the awareness of environmentalism here, translated…
Loneliness Can Be, Recycled, a Transparent Kind of
Solidification that Turned to Void
Passing Through Fate, Called Out Silently
On the Receding Shores of Time
There are Those in the World, Bound to Understand Your Words
As Well as that Flowing Memory from Your Heart
Like the Arch that Was Tossed Out
Describing its Own Existence Lightly
That No Longer Visible Tracks
That, was the Look from Being Abandoned, Not Used to
The Passions
and this, would be the dominoes effect from that very first bottle being discarded on the beaches…NOT my photograph…
Or the Excessive Hugs, the Freedom and Beliefs
Hidden from the Light
In the Endlessness of Meditation
Along with the Multiple Selves Which Got Lost
And Yet, Some of the Words Aged
On the Journey
They’d Become, Bloated with Stories
And Because of the Sophistication
The Sorrows
Were All Forgot
Into a Time Between Dreams and that Scent of Naïve
The Earth Still Existed Stubbornly
Still Sang with Its Wound
In the Exchanges of Light & Darkness
Still Awakened and Fallen Asleep, in the Loud Cacophony
The Days Distant, and, Those Who’d Come and Gone
Had Finally, Vanished
So, the poet is writing this from the perspectives of those bottle discarded after people finished drinking from it, and, how we so carelessly, toss things away, and these materials can actually be recycled and reused, to create LESS disposable garbage…