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02/05/09 - (2)
The Volcano
What a dismal abyss in which we find ourselves mired — A nation of rich and impoverished sinking further Into the crater-depression of the same economic volcano,
Boring deeper, day by inexorable day, to the volatile, fiery core, In the form of layoffs, credit defaults, foreclosures, People not knowing how to pay for their next kilowatt-hour of power.
And we've yet to see the light beyond doom's darkness, Hit whatever lies below nightmare — not even close. We have infinitely farther than farther than far to fall,
More complex gravities to negotiate, More unknown dimensions through which to plummet, Before we reach the unscalable depths of financial apocalypse.
Tonight, contemplating the planet's collapse, Humanity's possibilities for anomie, anarchy, barbarity, I weep, Knowing my poetic empathy can't stop a damn thing,
Make a difference in the order of the discordant universe, Repair fissures in the cosmos, with lexical stitches, Heal the festering wounds infected by cupidity, hubris, stupidity.
I can't even stop the collapse from vaporizing me, in its molten flow, Can't stop time from leaving, in its steaming, searing path, Chaos and cacophony, lunar desolation — mankind's palimpsest.
02/05/09 - (2)
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