A forest of hemp circles around,

spiraling onward before and beyond.

Leaves made of ash with embers and cherries

are choking the lungs and searing the eyes;

transmuting the world from rust to gild,

until silver linings encompass the skies.

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Hidden beneath this awful haze,

is all the rot and decay that's been eaten away

by the pain and consumption that always stays.

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A frantic pace makes no diff'rence,

for in the end, we will come full circle.

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There is no escaping this Green Dream.