Tuesday, June 2, 2015

6816. ARIDITY

ARIDITY
They've tied up all the trees; nothing can
breathe and the waters have grown solid.
In every direction, the race of Man has
foolishly made concrete of oases. All this
illusion, once past its point, bears no longer
any meaning to trace. We are, where we stand:
a disgusting race, with a disgusting face.

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