Co-operate

 

I see the azure earth, a wondrous place,
and many orbs that whirl about in space
while distant points of light transfix the skies
and lend an inward focus to my eyes.

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I hear a voice that speaks of vanished dreams.
The silence builds, a gulf to me it seems,
between the given context and reality,
but who can truly say what is to be?

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I sense a message written in the stars,
a wisp of timid hope, a hint of wars.
The text was clear, the message was succinct.
Co-operate, or else become extinct.