as the world turns, carries all of us eastward
like down half of a ferris wheel
looks like sun is rising
no, we’re going down
all of us
together
me
birds
trees
rabbits, squirrels
even
mosquitos
all along for the ride.
science
tells us
200 million years from now
ride will end
sun will burn us up
burn
everything up
Sad to think
about that
art, music
science, medicine
human “achievements”
woods and forests
lakes and meadows
all life
all beauty
all burned up
no one left to grieve
don’t want
it to end
but it will
end
for me
and for you
long before 200 million years
so why do
beauty?
why do love?
why do
anything?
can’t handle
this alone
want others to take my hand
others
not much to go on
didn’t have
much to go on
when I left the womb
couldn’t make it alone then
what makes me
think
I can make it alone
now?
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