Earthquake
The divide widens
Moving in directions opposite
And with ways parting
Even though traveling on the same path
It’s like being privy to the quaking of earth before it happens
In slow motion
And knowing not what to do or say
Where to find cover or shelter
In the midst of all the chaos,
Does such really exist?
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