The Big Erase

The Big Erase 2006 The willows weep, as the river sleeps. In it's unmade bed. It blocks it's eyes from seeing, instead, of taking in it's banks withering away, congested with construction, it's serenity's destruction, is in the hands of us, and thus... It's times of peace are through, now that our populations grew, we need to clear this place. And start this act, this giant erase, of the few things left that are good. Of worshipping nature like we should. We need to stop disregarding what we all take for granted, and wake up and smell the emptiness instead. And in the process realize that our race inevitably, is the one next in line to endure this same dread. A.E.