HOPE SUBSISTS If we're free to plant, even as tempers get worse, absent any willing restriction those greenhouse gardens become relevant to living right on with a corrupted Earth where Man's predation, ever grimly adamant, threatens the right of whoever insists these gathering lines of protesting verse call Nature's end their own extinction.

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