it startles me how industrial veins creep through the sky and into
sunsets.
it seems rather poignant to think that
sunsets mean the end of days,
but maybe they mean the end of nature.
maybe in a thousand years
humans will be looking out at
glass domes.
maybe the sunset will be constant then.
maybe we will love it.
maybe we will leave it.
for now, i keep my vigil.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
it startles me how industrial veins creep through the sky and into
sunsets.
it seems rather poignant to think that
sunsets mean the end of days,
but maybe they mean the end of nature.
maybe in a thousand years
humans will be looking out at
glass domes.
maybe the sunset will be constant then.
maybe we will love it.
maybe we will leave it.
for now, i keep my vigil.
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