Contemplating my earthly presence
as I inhale fresh virgin mountain air
that is untainted by parasitic humans
my heart laughs at the feigned amnesia
of many strokes crafted from left to right
gracing paper in durable black dyed ink
which erase my continuous depiction
of planet made contributions to humanity.
My soul DNA always reincarnates itself
I breathe a sigh of relief, in metanoia
No matter all the vicious erasures ensued,
I will NEVER, EVER truly be deleted in life.
–by Maria Mocha © 2021