Beyond the end of the world.

The end of the world happens every day

Babies forget to breathe, bombs dive.

I kissed a tree

And sat down to write one thousand words.

Armored mechanical angels swooped by in formation

Creating traffic in the air

A celebration of freedom, a spectacle of man's wit.

Here, we laugh at the angels.

There, we cry.

World peace remains hidden beneath ego's shroud

Because we look for power on earth

Instead of setting our sights on the moon.