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Human perception
Fails in this chaos of forms.
Like wind in our hands
We try to hold menace
Within the framework of our scorn!
(Too late now)
Pressurized, intact at some point -
How much time will it take to break your shell?
Primal breath, cold and hunger...
Will you still remain that civilized?
It's hard to believe:
The call of wilderness
Under this alien sky
Out of touch with our kind!
Crawling through the frozen land
Children of a cosmic race
Natives of this savage world
Armed with bows and arrows!
So hard to perceive
The power of the human race
When Earth is just an abstract word!
How can our children resist
The call of wilderness
Born under this alien sky
Out of touch with our kind?