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...And the feeling body shudders and lurches on the edge

Quaking with dead inertia- a caged oak

suppressed from the instant that seed took root

in earth the promised of a monolith.

All I see are saplings shackled to stone

a genocide of all we've sown.

I am waiting for the great abate

Thunder claps, but no water falls.

Thunder claps, and no water will fall.

Shattered Ouroboros: I feel the mountain within;

the sea, the soil, the sky;

Suffocating under ten-millennia coil:

Shattered Ouroboros.

I call thee, hark...

Devoid of metamorphosis, twisted larvae starve.

Megaflora extinction, an era of gynocide.

I call thee, hark Ares! I call thee, hark...

Apocalyptic atavism!

"Here, one can neither stand, nor lie, nor sit. There is not even silence in the mountains, but dry, sterile thunder, without rain."

I await the flood in rusting chains,

for a fertile thunder that reeks of rain.