The Fine Art of Keeping Distance

Into the deep- green hearted forest far removed from man's raucous tangle the many tacky hues of self-centeredness. There's only herbivores and carnivores doing their thing in primal time harmony. Nesters weave the incoherence together Miraculously everything is spaced out evenly I'm given a wide berth and tolerated to a degree. Even the gray silence keeps its distance from me.