dip a paddle deep in time’s river
mirrored wormholes lure through
tomorrow’s stars yesterday
great granddaughter tells tales
of glass encased cities spread
over crumbled dead Earth
eyes wend a destruction story
already several months in
older than you she begins,
“It starts with a slow dying ocean,
until all that’s left is a shell. . .”
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