his goal in life was to be an echo (radiotower) wrote in snuffboxpoetics,
his goal in life was to be an echo
radiotower
snuffboxpoetics

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the second ice age approacheth !

this is a season of strange dreaming.
the skies are black.
birds fly north to south
cawing the musical scale
as though they are
the only ones who can remember it.
silence falls like
nuclear snow.

it rains in one city only,
and the only words spoken
are questions - no answers.
his eyes overflow with
blankness.
her wringing hands
sprout sudden ash-colored flowers.

(& in the constant background,
there is a threatening rumble)
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