Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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The sounds of machines are all around, Overwhelming in their intensity. I lose my balance because of the density Of factory upon this piece of ground. I stumble. I fall. I look around. I've stalled. The industry is my new nation, The main source of my current inspiration, Yet nothing is there. From my mind I fall. I've landed on reality. Truth is all but beauty. Where I am and where I go are one. Of the land of despair, it seems, I got the crown. My first action as monarch is to give back the environment its integrity. I fail. That's right. I forgot that man was king Of change without return, of a journey without end. Still, I must move them on, or they'll have nowhere to stand, Except at their work on the plant, watching machines.