exhaustion exhaled
into a balloon
that floats away
with all the others
filling the sky
lumpy and elastic
with the world’s
insufferable frustrations
yours and mine
hers and his
theirs and ours
- overhead, swelling
the hawk now hunts
a little closer to the rabbit
the missile recalculates
its arc towards destruction
the tension is mounting
for another big bang
this time
we all get to see it
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