The tiny holes tried to catch the smoke, to catch the wind and their food
But it isn’t deep enough

The sand leaves my surface
The reflections of the shadows moves over my lake
Dark flames growing and taking over my zenith

Abyss, far away; where no one dwells

The silence of the smoke going up and up
up up the rocks
It tempts and warns
Not man’s land- this land
Belongs to nature and her animals

An alien land, an alien sky
No trace of man 

You try to define what it induces in me
The breeze still blowing in me
You kill it
When you simplify it to these puny definitions

~Written sometime in Nov, 12; after watching 10mins of Koyaanaqatsi


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