Here's a little poem about the dream I had last night-

Almost unnoticed, It began
like a vague and distant war,
A faint rumble beyond the horizon
Travailing another world than ours
Until, suddenly, one spring morning
All the shops were shuttered,
The houses all dark and people
We knew were dying in the streets,
The afflicted abandoned in the fields,
Uncomforted, unclaimed, unnamed
Numbers in our morning newsfeed
Until one morning at summer’s end
All the screens went still and dark.


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