Cuckoo

machines... have us in their grip... it's tightening...

The Real Train

Papers, books, magazines, hankies, toilet paper, paper cups, I see the real train now, ploughing through the forest, eating.

Aggressors bent on unevening the score, the awful triumph of self over other... Can wisdom succeed where compassion fails?

Biodiversity sounds better than species-death. What's a word for planet too hot to live on?

I call this mountain "Less"...

...when I saw her tattoo it spoke to me

Dance, dance to a fiddle or a flute, we dance on the world with a hob-nailed boot.

Biodiversity sounds better than species-death. What's a word for planet too hot to live on?

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It's hard, and it stays hard a long time