Due East

When the world ends

And the sun sets low and full, 

Too heavy to carry fire

Asteroids, the last of us

I’ll be waiting beneath the twisted tree

North of undone

Due east of dead ends

Where the intersection of the stars

Glare across the sky

Painted drones of violet

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