What if the sky fell down in great big chunks of blue?
Collapsing under the weight of the stars The moon dropping Down Down Down No where to run No street is safe No shelter could hold broken blue peaks reveal eternal gray and black that waited all along What if the ocean dried and its salt polluted the masses? The fish swimming in circles the last of the their home shrinking waiting to drown in the air No food to eat Noo escaping the salt The dry waves of sand frenzy and hurl, wishing and missing their old friend water It has long since past The wise wouldn't know The old couldn't help The smart couldn't think The strong know only to fight What if the lost was finally found? Rejoycing in the streets as it came repossessed Unification and celebration Only if...
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