POEM 206: HELL IS A PLACE ABOVE GROUND can you remember when you had that gentle, modest, natural innocence before the erosion of isms stripped it away? can you remember when you hit the street clad in nudity and laughter dancing in the rain and chasing butterflies before the heat of religion melted it away? can you remember when the dim light of everything that illuminated your dreams rose like sea levels in the hearts of friends under the aesthetic moon before the storm washed it away? can you remember when you stare at the rising sun in sheer awe and amusement as it crawl from the horizon into the sky before the wind of tribalism blew it away? now we don't know where we are, no green fields, no grin real, the blazing sun shine no longer on everything we do, all over the cardinal, cold tundra of hatred from people knock off our eyelids and leave our eyes to the dust of class, race, tribe, religion, gender equality, sexual orientation like magma underground...