The enigma of a timeless land
"But surely the moon would cry tears of blood in anguish,
if she could see the scourge across the face of the planet.
Creeping into the outback, that timeless land of old, where
the industrial
creations of narcissism reflect on the coming
sprawl.
In the distance, a sphere of all encompassing reflection,
sits atop a pedestal of Mans' perceptions of creation and
destruction.
As old as time itself, yet like all things, susceptible to the
ravages of the years.
Shane Gehlert
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