when the hands on the clock move to stop time the earth becomes a wild thing,
when the humans slip from their skin imagine giants waking from slumber: (because they did, and they do)
when they shake the trees, in the distance here is the twist and scream of faeries molting their imprisonments: they have come for more blood than we have left in broken bones
when it takes hold, raise the city lurking beneath cracked subway lines, under the skin and in the veins of the dreamers, raise the city that sits placid in the heads of thinkers, that holds lies woven between strangers tying them together, taking us apart
when we raise the city where dark things slip through small places it will be a kind world
this is about climate change and our extinction idk