someday something's going to happen -
some pipe is going to freeze - something will bring me to my knees -
i'll fall to the ground and i won't rise.
i can watch the news to see how people die.
mostly i've tried to hide from
that thought -
the great loss of sight.
never more to see these trees,
this sky -
this ocean that climbs.
those eyes -
i look up and find
war machines circling the
divide between their world
and the next -
in the next world
we tell stories
of when the planes
ceased to fly
we forget the dark cities once
blotted the night sky -
and then -
then we still
will be born
and still die.
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