urban dwellers in our midst
snatched the same conjured energy you drowned out
uncanny Eden, a silent one,
too strong, immense,
rips you every day
you grow up against the ancient civilizations
thinking, especially after dark,
you have the greatest chance
to glimpse hints of a lost paradise,
waiting for the jungle to be assembled and reassembled
get lost: until you get close to bits of mist and fog,
intoxicating, miragelike,
fake natural history
sleeps on you day or night
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