Is nothing natural anymore-
what can we look forward to?
The foragers woke up to beams
of fresh sunrise
We, to fake rooster calls
and trucks backing up
They retrieved their
berries, captured their
protein
We dial out for delivery
They fell asleep to timber howls
green leaf-bed
We never fall asleep
We fake or force it
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