interstellar communique
invisible hands mend broken thought
sweeping what can’t be salvaged
into the recycling bin
roses now grow
in the ditches of abandoned roads
colorful vegetation
wild & plush
painting over what used to be
faraway atop dilapidated roofs
angels eat lemons
waiting on their orders
pointing at the darkening clouds
the names are transmitted via waves
one after the other
an ever-expanding virtual list
of those who may be saved
followed by all the others
may two thousand twenty-three
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