thunderbolt
on the fringes
of poetry & geopolitical
ideologies
suddenly the voices
once repeating
serenity now
are one by one
shut down
do you remember
what january
everything changed
or is that a
made-up thing
created inside a
time capsule
orbiting the sister star
white-haired wizard
weaponizes weather
storms smolder
& smother
in a natural sort of way
bouts of ego
bent on destruction
angel eyes awaiting
november two thousand twenty-two
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