To have seen the golden spray of leaves,
Sun dashed gleams upon the morning grass,
The shadowed play of snowcapped mountains
Rise above the darkened growth of forest;
The natural in its ephemeral silence, absolved
Of human want or need, a world without us
Seeking nothing more than its secret abysses.
One has no right to speak before this betrayal.©2021 S.C. Hickman
Yo bro, good to see u haven’t used that shotgun yet. I Been reading Prigigone’s book on thermo in between stressing about my dads Bank foreclosing on me and destroying my car doing grubhub, and I thought to check ur page. Here is quote by Prigigone and Kondupei which u may find of interest https://imgur.com/gallery/Ljd0MtB
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