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climate crisis

The machine that cradles us

November 16, 2022MattLeave a comment

Trying to bribe time we’re going to change
words easily spoken
we’re working on it

How much time do we have
to be a work in progress?
I think to myself
as I look out of the window
of the machine that cradles us.

Poetryclimate change, climate crisis, death, life, Nature, Poetry, writing
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