The valley is mine the screech turned bellow
the declaration breathes out
from determined lungs and an impulse voicebox
from the familiar ground into the unknown skies
speaking now and slowly winding it down to a whisper
from the wonderful curves and architecture of my mouth
surprisingly being driven by my mind
such a living thing electric and imposing
Curious animals hidden from sight
Like my eyes behind the lids
Then opening to observe making sense of all
categorizing it all
I read the future of mankind in the bark of a tree
I saw the serenity of decades in falling drizzle
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