is this about the anthropocene emergency?

and who we are?

 
or is it just
a bunch of
random
stuff?

( murmuring unbidden in my head when least expected )

written on a page torn from a book are the words so this is where you invent yourself

it’s quiet in the bush now
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damp hints from the ground
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the eucalypt scent bites
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and clear birds holler
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I say hello

to my reflection in the pool
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but can these words

invent me?

reflection of waving man in a circular pool with bush reflections
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renaissance woman wearing pearls coloured with red tinge with a wooden door superimposed and the words: never got to the lab