Autumnal Territorial
A walk in a dell
To not take the path
But to stop
Infinite thought
Dead in its tracks
To stand on a path
Look into a tree
A thousand machines
Surrounding all
With the flow in between
The grey sky breezes blow
Sun hidden, fall leafs aglow
Desiring Machines +Human
Becoming in the exchange
Holding on to let go
The environment changed
The territory hidden
In plastic bags and sketch pads
Becoming children
percepts, concepts and functions
Of a walk in the woods
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