Standing in black water,
will you help yourself to think about
implosion in humanity?
This is a period of calm.
Homeless thoughts were very agitated.
A cyclone without an eye.
Nobody gives you a
safe anchor for future landfall
from a cooling sun in daylight.
A powerful piece, as always. The implosion of humanity is on an exploding range
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