There is a devastation to this world
There is a destruction
a sweet saltiness of tears,
a cry in the dark murk,
a haze of sticky rain,
a hardness in broken concrete,
- the broken flow of gore!
the pain of the child!
In a world of threats
the red button rests
There is a consequence to this;
a ruin of nature
slipping away, down a drain,
helpless, no hope in sight,
a feeling of desperation
I might well have known,
dreaming unaware
There is a ruining
from life to life
and there is a crumbling
from nothing to zero, a journey from hole to hole again
that travels nowhere
There is such thing as beauty,
I have seen her before and know the warmth she brings
to me and others
in spite of ourselves
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