It’s not you, it’s me.

The view is complacent —
until it’s compared, then it’s observant.

The land is insightful;
like myth is it relevant.
Just the fact you exist.

Like gods I’ll abduct you,
generalized comrade;
and like a kissed baby
springboard of your shoulders
approbation for the grain.

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