where miracles fail

 


the sky is listless

the sun sits upon
a throne of apathy

the moon is oblivious
to the stars and night

the world stands on a
ledge and threatens
to jump

bluebirds turn grey
and chirp songs of
stone

our children plot
revolution and want
to murder us in our
sleep

truth looks in a mirror
and no longer recognizes
itself

there is little else that
we can do now but

hold on

the waters are
rising