Anthropocine.

Take me home.

& the world will go on

as she has through

vomiting volcanoes,

through silence &

tremors.

DNA writhes to replicate,

chewing chains of

carbon,

fueling the chaos &

the ordering of said chaos.

Our age may end,

our self-importance &

petty crime.

Our age is a blip.

Blip.

 

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