Unmaking Of Mother Earth

Rude visions of doors closing on one another. 

Humans behind shatter proof glass, watching over experiment subjects.

Lost belongings to the wind and the sea.

Rampant trees slap against the sun, against the temperature, against all that returns to dust.

Shrinking, slowly, slow-ly, the world is.

Ruins of the modern world left to history.

Geography is blasphemy.

A perfect world is only an idea.
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