Forest of Windmills
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"Humans only take action when its too late, or almost too late, with either of two modes: abject complacency or sheer panic. They wait for the flood to build the ark. - Gaia.
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On the hills is a forest of windmills.
A chimera mirage of
shrill, garish pinwheels,
Wailing an endless lament
to the tragedy of the commons.
They spin a yarn of the
collapse of self-sufficiency
and starved frugality,
that yearned to curb our needs.
It's already too late,
or almost too late to ever succeed
in providing for the commons.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2025
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