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softened gentle mists of dust settled on smooth surfaces,
of before and wondering the millions of places,
scattered nature on woven processed animal fur,
a place where it all belongs never knowing where they were,
sands of rock joined back and smoothed flat,
more of nature invades with hair drifting from a cat,
the pictures on the walls hanging against plastered dust,
as the wooden doors with metal hinges will eventually rust,
a plant of nature kept hostage against its roots to feed,
safe as it seems from out there with the invasion of a weed,
everything inside was taken from out and changed to be blocks,
as we stare captivated at the beauty of waterfalls over rocks,
why lock ourselves inside the prison we pay for with strain,
when the most precious of all our souls goes directly down the drain.