Peering up at sky beyond the manmade peaks
Filled with modern cave-dwellers
I lose all sense of time
Time is standing still
And rushing forward
Looking back and leaping on toward,
Dare I say it?,
New horizons.
These mountains of concrete, glass, and steel,
Seen from the echoing valley below
Seem like clockwork detritus
Telling time and being told by time
Epic and yet too soon decrepit
Young, yet already broadcasting their ancient heritage
Beautiful, yet supremely horrific
Take me to the earthborn mountains
Where birds sing and rivers ramble
And the sun shines playfully through the trees.
Time will stand still
And the rush will cease.
Take me there.
Please.
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