another day in the long chaos

of phase change and evolutionary leap


the old world to which we're accustomed

still holding on with the death grip


of a beast clawing the dirt and branch of a cliff

as it dangles over a pit of unextinguishable fire


while the so-called new world inches slowly into place

but not inclined to save the beast


it will breed beasts of its own

and those who believe something new will be born under the sun


will be sadly mistaken

for the only thing new will be the views of each beast


while the world itself will just refurbish its billions of years

old ground and prepare for the fresh new mulching...



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