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November 2021
Preamble 前言
A personal reflection in the ongoing epic territorial contest between human and nature.
It is NEITHER a triumphant pronouncement of man over nature NOR the exploitation of nature masked in nomenclature.
Poetry inspired by Forest Farm design project
artist treks the forest for inspiration
businesses obliterate forest for profit,
naturalist heaps praises on the forest
who am I
in the contested territory?
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light rain heralds misty dawn
leaves flutter where wind carries
ripples on the pond
in a distance
hazy silhouette announces forest presence
sweetness of the morning dew
birds await on the crown
courier this new day
to whom to announce?
birds and butterflies
listen
to my unspoken delight
i am lonesome
in the mist
my companions live in me