Saturday, May 4, 2019

050419c


Spark


This universe stalled
Barely a light year across,
We're all neighbors,
One world, one sun,
That's it,
And when the Empire of Frost
Stretches out its long shadow,
You surrender,
There is nowhere to run,
But somewhere in the darkness,
We are sharpening our sickles,
and telling each other
that anything
is better than this.

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