[the] world's war [against humanity]

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the world is ending.

not my world. but
the
world.

my world is minuscule, a tiny babe, barely even a fetus, probably, in contrast to the millions of lives
millions of smiles
thousands and thousands of beautiful thoughts
tenderness
heartbreak
anger, frustration
perversion, sadness
mistakes
terror
of those who are lost. who will be lost. who are about to be lost.

all the beauty of the human condition
crumbled in an earthquake
drowned in a tsunami
buried in a hurricane
poisoned by the atmosphere

I am awakened to the carelessness of the human race but
I am not awake.

all of this disaster,
it's so inherently biblical in form.
dead birds falling from the sky
dead fish emerging from the sea
threatening storms and erratic weather.

we silly people, we've made a mistake.
we fucked it up. we ruined the earth.

and now she's crying.
and so am I.

not for me, so much,
but for all the beauty forgotten
the love obsolete
the unremembered merit, and value,
and worth and magnificence and radiance and splendor
that we all are. that we all have the chance to be.
had the chance to be.

the world's ending. so love life now.
it's possibly my last chance.