Moment of Truth

Where does it hurt?

It hurts on the snow covered alps. It aches to lose my cover.

It hurts on the seabed. The sands feel naked without the corals.

It hurts inside me. As I lose control;

As I let go and let them harm

My seas… our seas, our lands…our skies.

That’s all there is to this moment:

Death and decay and pain.

It hurts.

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