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by Lit Now 2 years ago in surreal poetry

The Corona behind Corona

The darkness of heat fills the brightly lit sky

Obscure paradox or the end drawing nigh

Birds flee with terror on sulfur-scorched wing

Escalating the violence yet is a natural thing

Opening fissures consume things without bias

Ripping and tearing is an invisible Goliath

Nothing is as it seemed anymore, all is destroyed like Babylons Whore

Osculation of the heavens collide with our earth

Trembling with fear as we witness new birth

Today seemed to be a day like any other

Over the strife is our scorched earth mother

Bequeathing to us as she passes away

Eternal stardust as we all exit the fray

surreal poetry

Lit Now

I inhale great draughts of space.. The east and the west are mine and the north and the south are mine. Walt Whitman.

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