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OMEGA

Water scattered through the horizon forms a thought.
A wind blows and a rain drop falls.
Forests mingle with fur on legs.
While a frog sits on ice melting his toes.
Water cleanses the hands of a woman gone mad.
Though of which she knows not, but her soul has been cleansed as well.
The sun shines on a herd of a cattle crazing on a field littered with corpses and dung.
Spring is renewal and the plants bloom among the holes of farmland.
Farmers have left to die.
They know not what nor cared for.
A being called Fred has arrived home, or so he thinks.
A shelter he shares with a raccoon giving life.
Her brood crying to be fed, while she searches for food.
A baseball field to rats and feral hunters not knowing what there home once was.
Winter has ended with more than a thousand generations gone to their deaths.
Life is as it once was, as the sun rises in the west.
The future holds a steady drift.
And a twig is stuck on the bed.
The past has happened, but a storm is to be when clouds form once again to let the winter form and cease to let life be, as it is now in the future after destruction.

rws 7/31/85