Reaction
“Way way up in the Anthropocene The trees burst into a stained glass green Beyond all Gods, beyond all else We search for what’s missing inside ourselves As all of our possessions take control Of the aching empty space…
“Way way up in the Anthropocene The trees burst into a stained glass green Beyond all Gods, beyond all else We search for what’s missing inside ourselves As all of our possessions take control Of the aching empty space…