At night above
the golden laced beadwork of urbanity.
A conspicuous lack of light,
a forest dark.
The lights of urbanization can sometimes break my heart, but I have to admit they are beautiful from the air at night. They are beautiful, I just dislike what they represent. It is a conflict; similar to the Kennecott Copper Mines. I dislike that they are such a rape of the earth and have had toxic output, but when it comes down to it...the talus sides are aesthetically beautiful to me.
1 comment:
lovely image and poem. lights can be mysterious. so much goes on without us.
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