I.
Donate your spare time,
the "extra," the un-needed.
Donate your organs.
Will your actions match your words?
Is there peace, or reckoning?
II.
Call them pre-modern,
as "primitive" is uncouth.
Even the past cries.
Preserve their uninformed means
of navigating the world.
III.
Before noon, we cried
to witness the end of time.
Clocks were unwelcome.
Necks crane to find an angle
along which there may be meaning.
IV.
Behold the canyon,
an opening of spent flesh,
pothole of the gods.
There will be no deepening,
no energetic myth here.
V.
Open eye or mind,
but mercy - never try both.
Hearts are frail enough.
Give speed to the tumbling,
and prepare to greet the ground.
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