Sunday, May 6, 2012

Wake Up Call

The world crashed
Into my life
One clear spring morning.
Lights and windows and books
Strewn about the floor
As I stagger dust-coated
Out of bed.
Bulbs dangle sparking
From the remnants of a
Roof caved in.
Dust and debris dance in
Sunbeams pouring through
What's left of windows.
I stand aghast, unable to
Understand what the
World is doing,
Lying in my living room.

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