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11/11/24 Haiku for the Day

Our collapse won’t give
Us the dignity of a
Violin to play

Blast from the Past:

Are we flying, or
Simply falling more slowly,
Prolonging our crash?

Your culture won’t end
With an apocalypse but
Incremental change

Blast from the past:

People soon notice
Their social fabric crumbling.
The world just spins on.

Trapped as a wraith,
Unable to express love
With the human world

Blast from the past:

The valley of death
Where shifting shadows might be
It’s only reprieve.

Happy Halloween

This world of yours
This world that you hold dear
Will become nothing

Blast from the past

Ancient remnants
Reminders that even our
Culture will collapse

Out of the ocean,
Rise sparkling buildings like a
Magnifying glass

Blast from the Past:

Stern buildings gazing down
On bare avenues
Through lifeless window panes

With grand eloquence
We build our cultures upon
Our upcoming deaths

Blast from the past:

Ancient Egypt: Once
Everything. Now sand-roofed dunes.
All societies end.

The big city fades
Into the bright horizon
Of the vast ocean

Blast from the past:

Tombs face our skyline.
Our world watched by what it’ll become,
Dust under the sun.

This culture we’ve built
That molds how we craft our lives
It will mean nothing

Blast from the past:

And what will be left
In a thousand years or less
Amidst all these stones?