Except the obvious. We are all stuck
Inside, and will remain within for days
Emerging when we must but thunderstruck
By the new world we will emerge into.
That new world is the old world minus us:
The clear canals, the woods refilled anew,
The climate still fucked up. For all the fuss
About how much we claim to not be doing
We can't deny our impact has remained:
The screwup we have made is still unscrewing
And all around lies a world still pained.
Perhaps that is the reason we're off-kilter:
The world still needs an antihuman filter.
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