of the world, of course,
the media
says so,
with tears and moans.
i tuck myself into bed
thinking that
tomorrow
the world
will be one fire,
the dead
will litter the land.
buildings will have fallen,
the oceans
will have
swept up and taken
the masses
to their grave.
nothing will be the same
again.
it's the end of
everything we've dreamed
life could be.
common
decency and love
will have evaporated
into ash and smoke.
and then i
wake up
and it's sunny and bright.
quite lovely
out.
maybe a walk today, or
a ride
on the bike.
maybe a long sail
on the boat.
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