imagine: pale blue air balloon,
greying wave of corpse decay
organs swelling, cities sinking.
Earth, she weeps, sweeps mankind wombwards,
past etiquette to creature code—
just crust, chest-thumps, and angry boils
bursting hellfire-high, warming
hovering hands, soft and scarless,
hanging from the blue balloon,
raking through the greying wave.
they say mercy, they’re drowning!
mercy from the mountaintop,
they say I should strip and jump down,
say “I’ll drown with you,” probably.
that’s you at the end of times,
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