Planes on continuous shift,
dark as graphite;
Glaciers melt like sodium
yet still shine bright.
Polar bears still abound—
for how long?
The earth, tired of turning,
signals a swan song.
Oil and metal—
run and run,
grab them all;
it is fun.
So many battles
lost and won;
men still run
on and on.
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