(untitled)
When Hollywood becomes real,
when the zombie motif
becomes waking reality,
that’s when it’s time
to lean into Earth
and its beauties;
to see what will
remain unaltered,
to sense what
will remain pure
and true
to any protagonist
who finds
themselves here
and now.
(untitled)
How could anyone look out
to see spiral galaxies
set before
innumerable
gleaming gems
of more and more
behind them—
and again,
the shear faces
of the Himalayas
and forrests and shores
of this orb,
and not consider
it divine?
If it is so,
and you are part
of it all, then
please consider
your personal
responsibility.
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