IN SEARCH OF CONSCIOUSNESS

I want to hear the sky speak
of birds flying,
of being blue.
Hear of the Sun’s solar flares
and its encompassing heat.
I want to hear the sky mention
the Earth’s crying rivers
sing the songs of understanding.
So why do they want me
Comatose?
Insane?
Confused about where
we have come from?
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