06-27-2007, 03:01 PM
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Globalarming
Prior to plates shifting -- endless sifting of pale sand
through hourglasses –- horses, asses roam the cooling land.
Gods we call them. Prophets. Reap steep profits from the hand
that in absentia abscesses, pretend to understand
just why the hell it matters. Growing madder we command
our children to believe as we, leave gardens gutted, stand
and mindlessly repeat the lies, unseating guys, demand
the planet spin around our whims. The sun? It dims. Unplanned.