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| Eden Lost |
We've wandered so far from the garden.
What have we done?
Where have we gone?
Drifting aimlessly
destructive
omnipotent
without focus we destroy as we meander
proceeding recklessly without realizing
there is no up or down
there is no forward.
Only movement.
We're floating.
We choose to demolish and recreate in a faulty image
rather than treasure what is.
We've paved the garden
and called it progress.
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