When we came out
When we came out from the city
there was nothing left of the town.
When we came out of the town
there was nothing left of the farm.
When we came out of the farm
there was nothing left of the forest
and
when we came out of the forest
there was
nothing left.
A Prayer Like Gravity
Mundus vult decipi
A Prayer Like Gravity 
I really like this, the journey from the packed city to the open land. There’s many ways to read this.
I wonder how it would work in reverse : from nothing to the city (and still nothing left?)
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Love that idea, John. Perhaps I will write an inverse version of this poem…
Thanks–
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