This solitude
Gives me legs
This quiet time to lull
my begs.
This nothingness
that sweeps my face
in the breeze
This healing body
Noone sees it
This world changing
at snail pace
Screens and machines
a lack of taste.
Give me the bark
Give me the leaves,
so I can clothe myself.
Immunizing myself
against the opposite
of nature.
Civilization as a disease
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