EVERYTHING 94

It's odd to think of the things we just accept.
Or the things we don't acknowledge at all.
Everything we manufacture has a price.
Look at the landfills,
Full of every outdated device.
Everything electric, plastic, or glass
Decades of rot rests in the trash.
     Everything is ninety-four
Our earth, our stars, our sky
Our roofs, our floors, our windowed-doors
Our computers, our consoles, our monitors and mice.
     Everything is ninety-four
Our kitchen sinks, our pre-mixed drinks
Our fabric clothes, our morning toast
Our food, our bodies, and our minds.
     Ninety-four natural elements.
               Koyaanisqatsi.

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Note: Koyaanisqatsi- (Hopi) "Life out of balance" or "A state of life that calls for another way of living.". This poem is 94 words in length.