Eve of Destruction

(vision)

 

A little more, maybe we’ll be home

Maybe not a real place

But a place without sharp edges

A place with warmth inside

That will shut out the madness

Lurking, lurking, lurking

Always outside the door

 

To take hold of us, take us up into the air

Not to the romance of the moon

But where there’s no breathing without

An artificial apparatus

 

Stay down, stay low

Stay inside

Where everything is fragile

To our many-pounders

But heaven keeps it safe

Everything that matters

 

C L Couch

 

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