The earth collapses to our design
How could it not be our mirror
How could we not grow nearer
And yet the signs bode separation
Of our species from the earth
Slow-motion suicide while
Nations fight for smaller government
The rule of just a few goes on
These things are so old
I’m ashamed to write them down
It’s not loneliness I feel
This morning but a helpless
Longing to move on
For us all to move on from that
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