When worlds collide
what do you hear?
Stone against horn,
rhythmically clattering
under half-a-ton of speed and pressure?
The fluid burble
of flowing water?
Something sharp and solid
scraping through soil?
When worlds collide
what do you see?
Lynx-eyed, eagle-eyed,
does your vision catch it
miles before the fact?
Does it come to you
in greys and greys and greys
or extravagant polychrome rainbows?
Or do you even bother to look at all?
When worlds collide
what do you smell?
The bitter tang of fear?
The saliva-driving scent
of your next meal?
That new home aroma
which makes good neighbors
because it isnt yours?
The decaying aura of history?
When worlds collide
what do you do?
Do you listen as Something draws near?
Do you look out into the darkness
in hope or fear or curiosity?
Do your nostrils widen
trying to catch a whiff
of the future?
Do you wonder?
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