Visions in Viridian

Green begins to mend the popped seams in the land of a thousand heartbreaks (where the human beat was assumed to be pre-programed for an industrial age inferiority complex, the trance of the train tracks de-railed compassion, following in the evolutionary footsteps of our large lumbering lizard brethren, lazy in a cock-pit fantasy of continuous consumption, yet bound to be bound; parenthetically found) to be reunited with youthful ancient dreams, re-aquainting each other with our synchronistic synaptic paths and Arteries now occasionally overlook the mechanical tracks as we smell fresher airs of contribution and reciprocity, exhaling change back into farms of wind and enriching our soil, sun-soaked squares carry the soft hum of electricity pulsing softly as the sounds of the snarling CO2 combustion machines begin to fade away, fade away ... fade away... now kept on display as heirlooms of achievement, toyed with for curious mind's release- as a sideproject, the sounds of the forest and the prairie start returning to the edges of infrastructure, cars swish smoothly by, and light rail allows for brighter skies, less interrupted by the rumbles of jet engines, the trees and plants have started listening to each other again