About the State of the World
All I’ve ever wanted
is to keep the words flowing through my fingertips.
To engineer worlds,
Captivating and spellbinding.
But just open the window and look at ours outside:
It’s burning.
The road beside the house is blocked off in the night
Strobing red and blue in warning
As the rain pummels potholes into the asphalt,
Transforming roads into rivers.
I am told: it isn’t suppose to be like this
here.
I am told: this is a once in a lifetime
Storm.
Fire.
Natural.
Disaster.
It’s snowing in LA,
In Texas.
The Mediterranean is on fire.
I don’t know,
how can I create?
How should my words be heard
over the screams of thousands
Dying,
in this state of the world?
-Lane Aconite,
March 21st, 2023
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