Far removed
From the eviscerated
Maw of pugnacious humanity
I buzz…
A mute spectator
Hovering over the rim of the world.
Like an open book, the world lays open,
Its spine fractured under
The onus of its bludgeoned self.
Will it recover, ever?
Will it be able to snap its covers shut?
Add a new chapter, a fresh story?
Or, like the inky abyss
Into which mankind has sunk,
It too will dissipate,
Obliterated into oblivion
Taking me,
An innocent witness,
With it.
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Image Credit – Greg Rakozy
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