Streaking light illuminates the night, revealing clouds in the sky.
The world tilts sideways and the stars spin above.
The ground shakes, water sloshes in my cup.
Uneasiness underfoot as the earth
gives way, swallowing me up.
Landing in a cavern filling with mud
in the distance, another thud.
Clawing our way out from the muck,
the sky above collapses, the cavern goes dark.
The world outside ends, but we are still alive.
If only we can find each other, we might survive.
April 16, 2021~DRM~
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