A fog crept down from the hills
Of our fathers. She stopped in fear,
Cowering before the bleakness,
I ate it whole.

My eyes see her,
But the world is not one-sided.

The sea lapped at the sand, slowly eating it away.
The quiet feast drained our beautiful discourse
But
Nothing will ever appease the sea

I say ever. It was never.

In the Amazon, exotic draws in its prey.
Not through attractiveness but through mystery.
I found your river its depths never touched,
Lying beneath are countless secrets.
Should I search for them? Solve all the problems?
For answers,
War will rage, countless will die.
War is what she never understood.
Its allure,
You think me sick, maybe.
But when I pass, lives will have changed, and she
She will be sitting not on a beach.
Not in the Amazon, not even among her hallowed mountains.
She will be a charmed snake, attuned to the flat never-
Ending expanse of world that grows and is harvested yearly.

We lived through fog.
Well,
I lived.
She crawled and hid
through the cacophony
Of hidden beauty.
Go out, live rough, take the hard road.
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