This landscape is pale, barren,
Ashen sky.
Ground paved in concrete.
I want to remember the lines of her face like I was blind,
By touch, and smell.
The smoothness of the water's edge,
Reflected sky at dusk.
The sound of animals,
Wild! Vital, succulent,
Clinging to the fertile Earth we strip bare.
There is nothing in the urban waste but ego-driven dreams and slaveship to rich men,
who take the Earth that gives us life and sell it in packages
to us.
It's a sham!
We are poisoned.
She exists,
And when I feel her near I feel Alive!
unlike this cold deadness.
A hollow pursuit of results.
Human things that humans do,
Pursuit of glory and riches,
Blind in the womb we are born from.
Without remembering.
Ashen sky.
Ground paved in concrete.
I want to remember the lines of her face like I was blind,
By touch, and smell.
The smoothness of the water's edge,
Reflected sky at dusk.
The sound of animals,
Wild! Vital, succulent,
Clinging to the fertile Earth we strip bare.
There is nothing in the urban waste but ego-driven dreams and slaveship to rich men,
who take the Earth that gives us life and sell it in packages
to us.
It's a sham!
We are poisoned.
She exists,
And when I feel her near I feel Alive!
unlike this cold deadness.
A hollow pursuit of results.
Human things that humans do,
Pursuit of glory and riches,
Blind in the womb we are born from.
Without remembering.
