13,135. SOMETIMES MAN......

SOMETIMES MAN MAKES THINGS,

SOMETIMES NOTHING AT ALL

Mordechai, was that the name? I hear

things: The deep, black sky holds a

moon tonight  -  over the graveyard

and next to lake. In fact, most 

anywhere you'd go.

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There are no longer the sounds of

Summer in the nighttime sky: The

bugs and birds have changed indeed.

Silence pervades this darkness now;

less an image and more just an

idea to heed.

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If we can only just let it go and leave

the natural world alone. It seems new

fingerprints now, on everything, pervade

this fulsome world. I want none of it. No.

I want none of it, and will fight to this

extent, of getting a hand off the plow,

and getting a blade off the mower.

The less that is done, the more

there's to show.