Rare afterglow

We’ve gone too far

when we find beauty in chemical afterglow.

Screwing the soil

beneath our feet should be dirtier;

are we monsters

for craving the light of an oncoming train?

There’s no disaster

sweeter than our own self-made ruin

and we revel

in abundant ill-gained knowledge.

We’ll keep trying

to lick the wheels that will run us over.

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