in the end the world
will not remember me
though I was here
all these years
in the end the world
will be fine without me
though not for the better
this much I know
in the end the world
will break its chain
adrift into oblivion
like a rogue planet
in the end the world
becomes reckless
against a dying light
forever serene
june two thousand twenty-four
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how is it you can turn nothing into
something in a matter of seconds
you reach up and snatch some fresh air
(without ever going outside)
and when you open your clenched fist
the place smells like lavender and lemon
it was you who opened your heart
to peace and serenity
recently pardoned by the sitting president
released into your custody after serving
thousands of years of a life sentence
there’s so much more I need to learn
you remember eagerly telling them
now let’s roll up our sleeves and figure out
exactly who needs us most
december two thousand sixteen
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