I went to visit a wall
Two million years old
Ten foot thick of solid stone
But the way was blocked
Gated communities, McMansions
Private roads, country clubs
A golf course, an equine center.
Diablo will burn early this year.
California will fall to drought and fire
The sky will bleed itself red
and blot out the sun
McMansions wither in dark ash
The seventh bowl is poured from heaven
Unto the valley of silicon
The cities of glass will shatter in an instant.
Only the cities of stone
Will weather a thousand years more.
7/12 A world hundreds of millions of years old waits to roll over in its sleep. To shed this skin. Let this all fall from off its shoulders.
A deep restless sleep, a total indifference and unfathomable violence all the same waits in the silent hillsides.
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