What Happens When The Dream Is Over

What happens when the dream is over

And What Now Of Dreaming

And what now of dreaming? We’ve failed the planet has published our failures.

Our crimes are perpetual methaneand sweltering, arrogant and endless—

poor fucks we are, breathing mindlesslyas the marsh grass floods,

and here comes the supermoon again,like it’s so special.

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Weak and disordered become the governments,disquiet rules us now.

Onward, I thought,and so we were obscured.

The snow goes to the gallowsof a warm grass and what survives?

Seasons grow immodest,the bullet sun does parch

and drive us migratoryin search of new and fertile fields.

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The long drought makes blaze the planktonmakes smoke the oceans

and insincere the governments—a demise indelicate.

We’re in a deep jelly nowno cause for applause

but try a little clemencymy body is warm today, and yours,

we have this small span of timeand in this way we’re millionaires.

Bright colors we make when pressed, see?Basta! dawdling on the edge again that’s me.

-- by Deborah Landau

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