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01/14/09
Reminiscent
These days, things contract, implode, devolve.
People, societies, entire nations raise the white flag, Not so much in resignation but out of desperation, At the prospect of chaos, anomie, Becoming a new way of life — The ultimate survival of the fittest, A ratcheting back, past the dawn of cave-dwelling man, To a time primeval, when the planet was misty, desolate, And microorganisms had yet to develop souls.
To my mind, these days seem vaguely reminiscent.
01/14/09
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