Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years, decades, centuries, Millenia
\nbuild and build and build just to see it all taken down to be rebuilt. Upgraded.
\nlived in. loved in. cast aside. Trashed. Spat upon.
\noh.
\noh, but how beautiful she will be
\nWhen she takes herself back.
\nTowering cast iron skeletons of stark industry decayed.
\nglimmering glass scattered and shattered cast among giant roots. Greenest leather leaf. Vines reaching, reaching, reaching building, building, building, ruining (how does it feel to be suffocated)
\nThe evolution of things taking growth to an extreme.
\nthat feels, just too good to say no to (the possibility, even)
\nMassive roots, gorging themselves on liberation. Shattering pavement, scattering concrete, flinging dust into the air as if in some mode of escape (or is it celebration).
\nTrees. Cities of trees and roots and vines where the captives can roam and roar, and play and run and gnash their teeth (the cages have been pried open by the vines).
\nClimate instability turning driest desert into a monsoon that brings life. Wiping slates clean in flash floods. Laying it\u2019s upgrades to waste.
\nAnd from the solstice comes color. Orchids, lilacs, jasmine, Oh, the jasmine, the jasmine and gardenias, and lilies, wildflowers of such fragrance that would kill a human.
\nWere there any left.
\nThey don\u2019t deserve it.
\nWe don\u2019t deserve it.
\nAnd so she waits.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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