Manifest Blindness
We fancy ourselves the world’s anointed architects, Drafting dominion on a self-righteous scroll— The earth, pliant clay shaped by hands that count defects, All else, imperfect, needing our control. This tale: that life was made for human hands, That mountains, rivers, wolves, and skies exist As mere tools to serve our vast, expanding plans— We crown ourselves creation’s ultimate alchemist; Heirs…
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