Poem: Scant Ration
Another harking back to tribal cultures, where my prejudice tells me that the less civilized life is the more civil.
I theorize, permitted in the sense
Sometimes, in that state suspended
Only need fulfilled, a scant ration
Humanism at its core, in simplest form,
Less is more, God is in the details, words of Mies
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