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The North Star: Revision Three Looking down upon this turning sphere I remember when man first

took arms against nature and with sharp sticks and rocks turned her against herself and ran a river of red. Killing everything including their own species just to prove that they could. I remember when they advanced and grew and took advantage of the earth, ravaging her in a mixture of fanatic embrace and utter disrespect. Tearing roots from the ground and ripping meat from bone, discarding what they rendered useless despites its cost. They swerved and adapted with generations. Even when they had advanced they were still a primitive species. Now the blind eyed mother looks to myself as a guide to see what her body can feel. She has woken from her hibernation to discipline the creatures she birthed. They rose from the mud and clay and broke her bones with each step. Even though they broke her spine she is not paralyzed. Instead she bubbles and bellows, her belly swelling with exploding bursts of gas while molten lava rises with the desire to swallow the earth and engulf it in flame. The finest form of cannibalism. Soon nothing will remain but the red flares of light dancing off the fiery flames, dancing in revolution as she swears her claim to victory. Nothing will survive the sweltering heat of burning oceans and kerosene cornfields. Theres a ripple in the Baltic as the water recedes back into the pores of the earth. The wind blows snow from the ground to the sky, swirling into the atmosphere

that produces shorter days and longer nights. To the east the Himalayas revel in revolt, sliding back down into the pockets of the Earth, falling back into the rock from which they were birthed. It howls to the ground as it covers the towns below that sheltered fragile hearts, now crushed under the weight of frozen water. The snow covered the land in white, And hide the crimson decay that lingered below. From this destruction, I watched safely above As white ash rose into the air, Like tiny notes of distress To an apathetic universe.

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