Poetry
the blast furnace & foundries. Industrialization, growth. That we are prone to pull & tear at the earth, so we may have more than our need. You didn’t understand then, and still don’t. Over the sheets, your bodies are stretched out like so many hills & valleys. And, thousands of miles away from the water, you reach for one another — like kids holding a shell up to their ears to hear the sound of the ocean.
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