It is in the alien places
Where I learn the most
About myself
About perspective
Where I learn the most
About myself
About perspective
The place itself
Knows not
What it is
The place itself
Knows not
What it is
O’er gentle time
In nature’s flow
The lightest rain
Must downward go
I will
Follow you
From I know not where
To I know not where
And none of that matters
So I begin
The time of
Renewal
Words cannot
Describe them
Even a photograph
Provides barely a whisper
Of the truth
Connecting me
To all that is
To all I need
A secret:
Our bombs
Our industry
Our pillaging
She will adapt
She will survive
She will flourish