A sea of plastic acid

Will soon replace the Atlantic.

And how heartbreaking and right

That we will realize

Likely, on the same night,

That somewhere in the universe

There is another blue orb.

It’ll be

The shock of falling in love again:

It will have its own Grand Canyon.

And it will remind me of how it felt to know his eyes

Were not yours,

Were not immediately home.

But were with time

More beloved

Because I am better.

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