Pangea breaks;
Infiltrating sleep,
Deferring dreams
Terminally taunting
Tomorrow’s reality.
Days dying sotto voce,
Eggshell-wading ‘round
Landmine heart
Southern coaxing
Pulls this equator apart.
Home’s a temptress
That’s perfected her art.
What hope could spurt
in this salted earth?
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