Everyone’s on the move.
Go to where the ice freezes.
Go to where heat lies dead.
Go to anywhere but here.
Get your last atom and ride
Out of this wretched place.
Of the majority in presence,
The portion that absorbs the flame
Building up on mass tension.
Go to anywhere you fancy,
Go as far as the stars fly.
Go and get one precious escapee,
Now bolt as the place will burn.
Go, as the eye never sets again.
Now is the last moment it stands.
Get a reason as to why you must bolt
Out of the mill where the heat spins.
Of the ones who are infected with fear,
The smallest portion will clumsily perish.
Building bridges on the lava floor,
Go get some more wood to support destruction.
The last hope of the last memory,
Building a curse on heaven’s roads.
Is this not the one last mission,
On top of a twilit ground.
Fire makes its home in the learning facility.
Go now, for the time is drooping.
Copyright© 2018 Gerry Kramer.
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