Tuesday 4/07/2020 11:47:00 PM

the world ends in pieces. puzzles we struggle to assemble. the world stumbles onward on crutches we can't make fast enough. little knots tighten. until everything is stuck.

our long shadows precede us. as we run. power is relative. struggle is universal.

blame comes and goes. an arsenal of hate crushes.

infection surges as we struggle with our impotence.

our arrogance finally catches us. the tortoise gloats. the world loses its bet.

sometimes they're loud. sometimes they're quiet. the steps that lead us here. perspective fires its cannons.

all our ladders collapse as the sky falls down on us.

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