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there is a mysticism to this land
a quiet spirituality that resonates in my core
it makes me think, urges me to ponder the unknown
the cosmic
the vast greatness that is this universe
and yet... all the while
it burns.
burns my skin; big fat pompous welts on my arms; my face
making my head ache, my eyes bleed;
my brain boil
my blood move like endless sludge in a collapsing pipe
til is puddles like globs of jam on my bones.
I can't move.
sapped of energy
this physical being ... sick
but my mind...
my mind yearns to run on the land
to gather up it's worn-torn bits
hold them close to my heart
talismans for my life-journey
this growth explosion I've had here
and I thank you.