’Open your eyes,’ they tell me, ‘if you want to sleep.
It will anchor you in a Somewhere and a Now.’
I try to. I imagine I see a ceiling
and curtains – not deep space and unicorns.
I tire. I close my eyes. All hell breaks loose
contaminating Earth like humans do.
Alone on the shore of a beautiful, dead sea,
on a beach where plastic trash hides tar-smeared sand,
I stand in a crowd just like me and we scream.
There’s no life but us to hear us. Scream. Again.
Earth Tourist
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Earth Tourist 
Beautiful and true. It makes me want to weep as well as scream.
Thanks for reading. The events inspiring this are grim and grimmer.
I pressed Like but wondered if that was the right word. I like that you’ve said this so powerfully …
Thank you. I so wish that saying words could make things better here.