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Oh Enemy of mine enemy is my best friend indeed for he perhaps has been dealt the same cruel blows as me. Though i have never sought out an enemy so quick as most grass serpents i have found. Their red-forked tongues doth flick like dying auburn coloured fire when yielding to the sun. You ask me why my soul is tired; expecting me to run! You pull and rip out every wire and ask me "Why so torn?" As if i threw you on the pyre for challenging the norm. Oh enemy of mine enemy! Can we not co-exist? Or should we drown in enmity and move the world with fists? I hear the sounds of marching feet. Boots stomping on a face. A dead robotic rhythmic beat. This vile IN-HUMANE RACE.

I am found in nature tucked between clarity and silence. I am found on dirt roads cutting deeper into sylvan. I am found in the dampness of moss due North. I am found in the wind, hair swept due East. I am found in the setting of sun due West. I am found in gossamer webs, stretched to the sun due South. I am found under the canopy of Dogwoods and Oaks, rough grazing my hands among bark-wrinkles. I am found humming, amidst friendly screams of foxes and fearful vaults of fawn. I am found irrelevant, separate yet surrounded by layers of life teeming, millions of eyes abounding, shades of green, ubiquitous. I am Earth, home.