cities topple
and the sky collapses
inward
eternally striving
for reconnection to the
relative.
two lovers entwined for first time
only blocks away.
As lives end
one begins to wake to morning dove songs
bedded by wildflowers
paradise we've all been seeking for so long. all for
the last two and a half people.
Perhaps God's will,
perhaps the Bibel is a prediction
Perhaps not or perhaps we will never know
only love circulates in our veins now