They say the world and the environment
will be fine when we are gone, fatalism
masquerading as hope - like the world
on its own would be all that we imprint
on its lush wonders from our own
beliefs. Yes, the flora and fauna would
be fine, after ten million years, and
nothing but be, and there would be
none to value it until all the seas run
dry, and all the flowers and all the insects
the hot winds from the dune seas could
meet would be but fossils embedded in
eroding rock in a world enduring just fine.
'10.09.2023
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