mass evacuations & caravans
the air became thinner than usual
as if it was ghosting right through me
last night a series of explosions
ripped through the city like a cat 5 tornado
for whatever reason I lost my sense of smell
back when we were crawling on highway 13
I’m reminded of the latest prophecy
that anything gas-powered will no longer work
come sunrise there was nothing but big sky
far from a metropolis that may or may not exist
march two thousand twenty-one
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