Sky was falling
stars giving up on the firmament
Seas were rising
moon teasing them incessant
Fire was walking down
flames had gravity gotten to their heads
Roots holding the trees
rising to meet the boughs unseen
There were signs
There were omens
Yet, lost on my puny horizons
blinded to the sunrise that had long been
The hard nut me was busy,
giving hard time to the Divine.
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