Red circle upon white rectangle:
Discarding where the sense has gone
in the frictional tumbling of tectonic plates—
larger than life movements of water.
Tsunamis and tears of acceptance concealing
the horror the white suits attempt to contain.
The fear is captained by a shipmaster
who instills difficulty into the victims of the
rising sun. Houses—rivers of brown humanity
flow over and underneath. Speak of the
unspeakable, white hairs upon wrinkled foreheads,
wallowing through the debris of what once was.
Highways, gardens, smiles, gone as the wind
comes and wipes away: the kamikaze.
God of wind caring not for the least.
Visible cracks: the errata of celestial planning
governing mortal bodies. Click, tab, tab, click.
The tragedy existing as mere words on a virtual
page or screen.
Enraged human tempers eased by less of an
explanation of how it had gone down.
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