Extinction

We will climb false mountains
We will bring down false suns
It is easy to see a fly in the forest
It is easy to contain falling snow
Weaving water into your body
Weaving sand into a flame
Words will be scattered in the wind
Passing into tomorrow
Trailing collected conscience
Calling out for peace
Calling out for understanding
Waiting for the extinction of war

                    18.1.12

The End

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