Homeostasis
I am in the cradle of civilization
(I am its cradle)
asleep curled up
lying in wait
biding
biding
'til catastrophe
threatens
to break the cradle
shatter into a million pieces
eschew the wood
masticate pulpify
until it
(I)
turns to dust
but that is still too far away
for now
I will sit back
lie still
drift into slumber
complacency
amidst
conspiracy
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