The Men dreamt those mountains
that cowl their morning wakening.
Squaring off the horizon
a lake with its predation & peace —
all the work that Men must do.
I saw a jaguar amidst the trees,
pine, cypress all manufactured
to house & heat the civilisations.
That cat plucked orchids,
threatened everything because
what worth is a plan once blotted
with wildness or beauty?
Another day that’s fat & paperthin.
Rickled dimension the corn-fed sun
whispers to the walls.
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