Not with a Bang
Stillness.
Light calmly shines
through bare-branch silhouettes.
Ice, frozen in time
sparkles, giving no reasons.
Still. Cold.
Natural cycles.
Out on the battlefield of man
brutal bleeding
shattering of bones and dreams
too loud and crazed
to be heard
reverberates in shattered brains.
Once a molten planet
shot out of star stuff
created plains and seas,
rocky terrain.
Spinning so merrily,
with no idea of sadness,
set into motion
spiraling cycles.
In crystal stillness
frozen tears break and fall
slowly, silently, into time
knowing not what we have wrought.
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