Millenium 1

96, 97, 98, and the wave
of the past millenium
thins to a hiss
the last pebbles turned,
the line marked,
a froth, sinking in sand.
Is anybody listening?
The next wave gathers,
so tall we cannot see it
in the palm of the hand,
or the dream we woke from screaming,
or the stats. Consumer or consumed,
the wave will break
with unimagined violence
on our lives.

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K	L	M	N	O	P	Q	R	S	T
		U	V	W	X	Y	Z

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