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Chris Johnson



It showed us a world

we'd never seen before


eroding our tranquility

on a single slide. A hair


became a noose

strangling the planet


a droplet of saliva

climate change we'd


all eventually drown in,

a speck of dust


the final meteor

shattering the crust


of our smug dispositions.

Frogspawn clouded


the lens,the black aftermath

of nuclear radiation;


when we tried to observe

God he or she or it was


either non-existent or

unwilling to be magnified.