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We Shall Find the Escape
A Poem
paper promises maimed the treetops
in a world we chose by mistake —
all those filigree moments in cloud-fronts
where we didn’t know up from down
winds babbled their oaths of doom
but we were too busy counting calories
in burned-out houses rotting from inside out
where we were the true harbingers of death
(say it once, say it twice, make it a prayer)
how could we go on as the only hope left?
what were we hoping to do up there
in the ozone filled with holes and debris?
saying goodbye was just the start
scattered remnants dot our vision —
gone are those rose-colored lenses
and their imperfect glimpses —
but we’re so lose we can’t see starlight
(write it once, write it twice, make the words real)
but the shreds of another age eclipsed us,
and suddenly the earth seemed so small
while the heavens loomed too large,
enough that we were skin-deep in fear
