Tremors We Remember

Cosmic quandary

simply multiplies

in these days dark

trouble it supplies.

I see the stars rip

and pictures show

over the years all

a vice’s scars grow.

So goes the circle,

let us take hands.

Let battalions of

a bliss command.

Fight we must but

showing spectacles

are the clashes of

roads full of devils.

Space rips asunder

calamitous thunder

it rips at children it

traps them under.

Yet the most loved

of loved ones spun

can sip a flask or

mischief for fun.

Let us take disaster

and let’s heal faster

after we try pacify

let us find laughter.

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