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myth

 


myth



it went south

it went south

it went south

is the myth


no


it goes multidirectionally

there is no history

history is a story

his

hit

hiss t


what about ours

ours


being


it is chartible


but in our cities

we can't see the horizon


we can't see the stars at night


even the sunset sunrise

moonrise moonset


is blocked out


we can't hear


the electronic & engine noise


that the ground spews forth life

growth

under the sea


tectonic plates


d & c



stardust


this is not just our solarsystem


this is a multiverse


which can never be charted


without dreaming



the balance of the world


is outta wack


coz now more people

live in the city


than in the country



let that sink in



...




how the river inside me aches to roam undammed


to reconnect with the spirit of the land


i hear it in the symphony of birds

the light just right

why this moment

it's perfect

innocent



everywhere the steel

the plastic

the minerals that make this plain


i doubt it will work


but work i must



coz language produces the i



no,




trust in the voice

the vibrations within & without the grouping's dance within mine

at seat




as Kev sings


"well u shoulda found out long ago

u'd better keep it in the ground"



this planet keeps on pulsatin & vibratin


hurtling 10s of thousands of clicks

through infinity



eternally

intimately

transitorilyelliptically



visitors



life transforms back & forth



till an epoch emerges




out of the smog




dust to dust






Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

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