Metamorphosis
It
will be
painful,
generational.
Hard
to keep up.
The old
will resist
fight the
loss of
their
world.
Change
will be
blinding,
the fabric of
civilization
fraying
turning to
dust.
Everything
known will
be obliterated.
Humanity
loses its
identity.
It will
happen one
morning
in a blink
of an
eye.
The
other side
beyond
comprehension!
Copyright © Jg Collins | Year Posted 2018
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