A New Heaven, A New Earth

The land no longer provides without fail 
for those who faithfully labor and trust. 

In the dream, the hills are packed tightly together. 
When they open their arms, a thousand birds 

fly blind, like arrows into the sun. A smell of burnt
flesh fills the air, and news of cities exploded 

into sand. Through a spyglass, we can see  
a flotilla of ships pretending the pearl of the world 

has not yet been discovered. Even in the dream, 
I want to keep you safe. I want to tear down the over-

growth, to gather rain in flasks we can hide in our 
clothing. We look for round shapes to cup

in our hands. Even in dream, we know the brilliance
of time is hidden in the heart of secret things.  

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