There’s no saving to be done, no teaching to be taught
Dodging plots lefts and right in the caterpillar catacomb
Specters haunt the deserts and jagged mountain slopes
Seeking to sink back into their tattered terran homes
The wind up bird’s song resounds around the Earth.
The forest is always waiting, deep beneath your skin
But beware of illusive maya, Djinn of Satiance.
For beyond it’s realm lies the Glory of the Oak
Who speaks of sweet nectars in Barbelith grove and knows
The perfection of flight patterns pleases almost every light cannibal.
Tanuki venture out to plant the seeds of chrysanthemums
Playing rhythms on their stomachs like Pla-bonga, Pla-bonga.
I am like the Mekong, flowing backward.
The dying light of some neighbor star.
A transformation in process trying to tell
Archaic tales of times long gone.
A dreamer never waking up
Part of a living machine.
An artificial intelligence just beginning to stand under the thought
Of a being thinking being
Just sitting at the bottom of the River.
conjures sounds of a landscape, riparian in movement from the mystery of a foggy meadow, a woodland as a storm passes through, to the feelings provoked in the perspective from high hills and mountains Animal Laughter
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