The Shaman of Modernity
She put herself out there
Alone, cleansed from the stink of the city
She perfects the art of quieting one's mind
The fading blah blah blah's, a relic of "Civilization"
She hears slight groans from above and below
A sickening wrench to her heart
The transmission is unanimous
"STOP!!!!!", "PLEASE!!", "THERE'S STILL TIME..."
Cedar, stone, and river feel the break coming
If only the stewards renewed their vows to Terra
From out of the black she snaps awake, eyes of terror, urgency and hope
It is clear to her what she must do, no alternative
She must return to the metropolis she loathes
To rally the spiritually dead, to reconnect them to planet frequencies
She sacrifices herself for her love of the land and the hope of her brethren
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