the sun is dying!
our octogenarian earth, parched
cries out for allegiance
echelon feeders in the wide
ocean, flurry fish
grow sparse like landscape
tiny histories morse in
our minds blips, arias
telephone manifestos...
saints to save us
wake to the patron of
flying creatures
the sky is falling(?)!!
a spy satellite you can
hear on reentry
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