So intimate have we become

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So intimate have we become

Touch me, like twilight
Like the soft moist current of wind
For I can feel extinction
Like a sci-fi novel
Touch my face!

With cool grass fingers
Of Spring, I want to enjoy nature
For we are wounding nature
If that is, even possible
We’ve become hunters

Predators, tyrannical in our greed
Touch me, make me forget
Do the stars witness our disregard?
For life, the very privilege
We were freely given

When we cross Africa’s deserts
Touch me, like sunrise
Like the warm mirth of fire
For I can feel death
Like a time traveller

The algorithms hint
At the end of times
However seldom I am touched
Touch me, for I no longer
Have left any words.

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