Sunday, May 19, 2019

The Moon Twins

Each radiation comes hot
On the heels of extinction.
This rotating blob of rock,
Gas, and iron will soon host
One monstrous radiation,
Once our extinction
Is out of the way.

Plans are already hiding
Around our feet, in the air,
The feathered and the furtive,
The small and the nocturnal
Ideas ready to flourish,
Once our extinction
Is out of their way.

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