A Quick Jam on Disorder
Disorder in the universe with fires, smoke,
chaos from top down, how will we weather
this future we create? Eyes tear, throat weeps,
our very bodies dry and crack in the swelter,
fall away, like the islands the water envelopes.
The point of no return subsumes what is weak,
or has been weakened by overload and an over-
lord who holds no ability to care, has no empathy
to hug us, like the good enough mother some
of us never had but somehow we survived.
--Julene T. Weaver
Thursday, October 3, 2019
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