Prophecies

All I can see
Is that the world is small
And wrapped in thousands of
Red filaments of string
Used simultaneously to bind 
And to bridge 
Until the world crumbles
Under the weight of our 
Globalized hopes and together 
We sort through the rubble 
Laughing and hungry and homeless and
Hopeful 

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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