Calm

 Sometimes I’m just 

Calling 

For the kind and sweet 

Of you.

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 After the eclipse, 

When my hair turned white

(and I’ll be writing about that later),

Now comes here Israel Iran

Biden Harris Austin, and

The tight circle of 

Situation

This, and have at what/who/where 

This is,

has been coming for decades,

Forever and ever amen,

Ancient

Mideast war that somehow 

Has to happen now

Or the new world war will have 

Finally come soon

Collision

Eclipse

Mids

Easts 

Clouds, canopy and air,

Earth moves,

Quake and water,

These are the lights, they point to 

real days beyond the flood

Drones

Missiles’ bombs

Fossils

To fossil fools

Revolution of

The Anthropocene

Arrives,

Rogue actors ascend

Though in our alert of senses

We know not who they are, 

Nor yet how we respond.