/ SCENIC ALTERATION
Leave your hat by the door.
This is home.
These remarkeable lands.
Their blackened soil. Distorted by summer storms.
Hide here. Embedded in me.
Cover me up.
Transform what we have become.
As the giants of Industry, erode the lands.
They cannot touch us.
Greatness. Only in the eye of the beholder.
We ain’t lost no more.
Hold on.












