Giant dreams, ethereal, fragile
Steel mountains, eggs- tractile
You leave but your name beguiles
Trees, leaves, grounds, red earth
Sacrifice themselves at the altar of glass
You win, you win, they sing when tamed
Into little corner pots, soveiners- framed
Quake the earth with your drill, go on
Dig, reap, search, plunder, rape and build
Once you raise your Pantheon,
Catch a flight to a far away land
Lie on the grass, sand, water
Find your grain, true self, nature
Oh the gall!
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