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its debased obverse so threadbare and spent
a paradigm shift: acute is chronic
now extreme ruthlessly exceeds extreme
nothing is static, nothing is stable

am grateful for the dusk of my shiver
of being on earth, no more the place
of my birth, rather a wounded blue orb,
cloaked in the haze of bitter dying breath

our children will not recall a moment
when the landscape of their youth stood still or
feel ease in a world where crises pursue
crises, tenuous fate. mourn for them