On the border of the forest
The one that is purely illusion our digital vegetation pet
The one that calms us but at the same time warns us
That beyond is the land we haven't made habitable yet
The projection of the forest
A metaphor for hope among invisible wasted places
A reminder we are still in the sandpit proposing bliss
Playing our safe little games in our safe little spaces
Making choices like each revolution of a sheep's jaw
eating the small amount of green grass
On the road below the tree line curiosity grows
grows like a fungus to where the forest's hologram slows
Search each letter of the word human
as if they were characters in an alien language
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