At first a road
Forest recedes
Machinery unfolds
Hills that erode
Factories, nights of revelry
Your hands filled so full
Is that all they can hold?

Will it erase all of the shame
Or the regret, if I walk away?

Will they be watching in their homes?
Are they lonely?
Are they alone?
Smoke in the distance
Waves collapse into particles
Of hate.

Infinite growth is not allowed
In a finite system
What could be worse for them
Than us?

A fox rots.

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