Forests of Chernobyl

-------Forests of Chernobyl-------

It once stood tall over the city, an idol

to progress upon the laws of physics,

and now the subject of entropy.

It's restless,

compulsive in a way,

our relations with progress.

Like a kid with too many presents to open

we can't sit still for just one minute

and enjoy what we already have,

before we're off again

opening more boxes,

new doors.

Doors to worlds

and responsibilities

we're not quite ready to accept.

And in the excitement of discovery

we open one too many, and

give life to a power that can take away our very own.

But there is something strangely hopeful

thats found its way

up through the rubble.

Around the foundations

of an old, worn-out,

empty promise

dig roots and climb the vines

of oak and alders,

ferns and pine.

The Will 

that it took to build the beast

is the same Will it'll take to let it go;

to let fall what never should have stood so tall

and to let rise 

the forest in its ashes.

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