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"There -- off in the distance...

You can see it, can't you?

Thundering mountains,

showers of forests?"



  We stand here in the city;

  we can hear the music

  of a thousand cars colliding.



"We want to leave; in the wild,

there is no murder.  Survivial

of the fittest is what it's called.

But we're killing each-other

with asbestos and hamburgers."



  We're not natural anymore:

  we stand here in the city,

  not hearing the music

  of a thousand fish spawning.



"We wish we could..."



  I wish I could.