Pressure

From air,
from light,
through the miracle
of photosynthesis,
from deathly sacrifice,
and layers and layers
of time,
plants form coal
that humans turn
into fire,
into power,
into civilizations,
unless nature
cranks her furnace
and hides the carbon away
in useless shiny rocks.

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A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…

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