Poetry: Apocalypse

At the end of the world
there are no roads,
only plateaus of blue ice
and glimmers of fireworks;
if you are lucky you will
gain a free ticket to the show
and maybe an immune
companion to chat with
during intermission.

-Karen Lewis, One Sentence Poems

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