we aren't foreign and our metropolises are spiderwebs or cobwebs,
a creation of nature and in turn part of the natural world.
we like to claim we're apart from it like a tattoo is foreign
to the complex biology underneath
or like the printed word doesn't interact with the cells
that were pulped and dried and bound up underneath.
but life and the inanimate are only a series of steps apart.
the other is that I've only been looking down.
the clouds are a part of our earth's crust,
they have only escaped upward for a turn.
and our engines send plumes, which I contend isn't poison
but oil paint that's difficult to manage.
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