of modern times,
at the brink of war.
we cling
to what's left,
what we think is good.
we dread
the changes to come.
the scorched earth,
the lack
of everything.
the barren land, the roiled
seas empty
of ships.
the earth will split,
the buildings
will be rubble.
with nothing, love will
be even more
priceless than it
ever was.
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