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'The tragedy of the commons is a dilemma arising from the situation in which multiple individuals, acting independently and rationally consulting their own self-interest, will ultimately deplete a shared limited resource, even when it is clear that it is not in anyone's long-term interest for this to happen.'
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Foehn wind forgone, travail, deliquescent,
swells idle lovers, charlatans, and
hyacinths who wrest peace, waste fare
and know not life from breath.
Gone after rampant irides,
this path grows errant,
shrouded from the sun.
Revenant footfalls step-
sire rain-shadowed ascent.
Zephyrs pass western gates agleam
through meadows of asphodel, found—
borne by golden bough—draught
of lethe, drunk of memory.
Astral descent snakes to fennel where,
as gilt fruits of discord, maenads ferment;
thyrse-drawn grape urns bloom again.
Soon the atrium's ivory vaults
horn of homebound feast,
swarm's bull-roar, honey lure.
Each oleaster, tawdry lord,and
dead ox orling, regaled,
pays respect to wasted breath,
forgets. Cold mountain gale beset,
convalescent hopes that tempests end
before the waxen harvest wanes.
Here lies the stone sail, engraved restless
while wind soughs neverending—
hillside ecumene erodes.
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