Souvenir of human greed
Dear Universe
In the shadow of the sun
Long may she reign
everything’s not fine
only 12 steps to decimation
and I realize we are approaching the eve of apocalypse
Burnt forests and broken lands
Thousands of Nile suffocates, writhes in pain
as the mortal coil cinches tighter
and the fall of innocents stain our hands
And the aftermath? — Bright ruin and leak of madness
The astonishing color of after
After the apocalypse
The edge of everything
The last best story
We are the roots of ruin
Shrugging off humanity like a coat
Killing a kingdom to wear a crown of smoke
Light left us
when the blood of thousands of stars stained our hands
Result of a continuum of terrible choices
and the extinction trials will continue
as long as the silvered serpents
the monsters among us
with their lofty arrogance
stoke the embers of destruction into flames
for their own ends
until there is nothing left to burn
The art of saving the world
from unseen fire
is halfway blooming in people like us
as we forge halos from fragments
of the note F of Freedom
Thousands of voices singing in unison
We don’t stop thinking about tomorrow
Tomorrows
As the night brings the song of the current
The whisper of the tide
Just breathe
In a land of permanent goodbyes
There is ocean in my ears
And as the deck of omens stack up
and the calculus of change
declares that the last days of us loom ahead
I juggle in the Life and Death parade
And learn to breathe underwater
Because
Win or lose
Soon the ocean will be our sky