Above, dull maiden clouds linger,
in-between, an offshore fortress stands,
below, veils a filthy exchange.
Below, conflicting in mother’s pain,
in-between, harsh technology demands,
above, fort operator of the harr.
Above, supply till it dries,
in-between, binds murk to certain land,
below, bleed the earth for gain.
“Nature becomes a gigantic gasoline station, an energy source for modern technology and industry”[1]
[1] Heidegger, M (1966). Discourse On Thinking. New York: Harper & Row. p50.
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