• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 05
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Is it a door to afterlife?
Or is it a wormhole
to another time,
to those planets
we count on the fingers
of two hands yet
have never seen.
Is this Gaea turning
stone-cold, heart hardened
by our indifference?
These caves of ice,
these upended glaciers
these countless molecules unseen
unknown in the ocean,
sometimes rigid,
then turning to liquid,
These warping anatomies.
These drowning jungles.
Is this behemoth about to melt
and wash our earth
with pails and pails of water?
Will we evolve into
gilled humans,
lungs, too old school
to breathe in
this newfangled air
or will we be
safe keepers of
this unconquerable land?