The Aftermath

The Aftermath

It is only a dream
That thrashes around
In a hellfire arc
Each day

The illusion consumes
With a sickly greed
For our fragile yearnings
Our failings and fears

Perhaps we’ll awaken
To luxuries unknown
Or in a vessel restored
At the ready, for a world re-spawned

Who knows
Without a sliver of doubt?

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