I am festive with anger.
I’ve called to mind the lightening and
The thunder that rages through
Heatwaves. I’m tired of the dirt and
City streets that boil humans between
Buildings and leave us skinned, empty
Dancing bones that carry iPhones on a
Two hour commute to work
Each way.
Maybe Atlantis is like a pendulum and when
One city on the sea declines,
The other will rise again like
A utopia.
Maybe we can judge our progress by
How close we are to
Excavating the past
Or maybe the past will just
Wash us all away.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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