The words like raindrops
drip to his slate
falling pain drops
from his face

Earth to the sky
sky to the high
high to the trees
trees fall to me

I fall to earth
as a raindrop
freely follow
flowing birth

Two are at the watering hole
feasting together to nurture soul
of natural breath
in natural roles

Trampled cities have seen the dream
of the apes acropolis
once more standing

But imagined eyes perceive the gleam
of television towns'
bleak hypocricy
 
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