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I am a thought, a latent feeling

The spirit from another time

For centuries I've traversed the land

From crashing shore to barren peaks

From silent grove to fiery sands

I've seen roaring rivers with churning white foam

Soft twisting streams of smooth sparkling ripples

Gurgling to the leaves of the places they roam

I've watched clear whirling eddies turn to waste ponds

Bustling forests and scurrying plains tamed all the same

I've witnessed simple families become towns

Busy towns become skyscraping monsters

Billowing dank fumes through wailing screeches

A maze barraged with mind numbing lights

Somehow still dark as caverns in deepest of reaches

In such places I pick up my stride

I mimic that dull monotonous trance

The mask of the inhabitants inside

Only in reflections glare do they dare throw a glance

Watched from all sides, but never truly seen

Tall bare poles; the very carcass of lushness

Walls; smooth, cold, and dividing

Tombstones of would be beauty

Where they see the pinnacle of "civilization"

I simply see desecration.

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