There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams
hurry too rapidly down to the sea,
and the pressure of so many clouds on the mountaintops
makes them spill over the sides in soft slow-motion,
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Or to stay at home To be content with who we are For inside of us Is our home The rest is alien land Filled with alien eyes Staring gnawing into us... This poem is penned beautifully.👌