"The earth reels like a drunkard,
it sways like a hut in the wind;
so heavy upon it is the guilt of its rebellion
that it falls---never to rise again."(Isaiah 24:20)
Tears pour from heaven
clasping stone on crystal grave
littering yellow lawns;
To muffle angels' songs,
to toss blossoms aside.
Lady, how long since the dinosaurs slept
with the howling wind and ice;
how long until all that man has wrought
will counterfeit such great price?
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Though the world keeps turning fast as a whip My heart slackens and wobbles; Blood trickles and sifts Tsunami recoils Quickening pulse To snap her fist. Narcissus Retiring not skulking away, at last retreat From the feathery grasses silkily sliding in aquafingers’ grasp.
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