A Comet - The Poem

A Comet

A comet appeared, breaking through the fragile fabric of the world.

The Earth had already fallen into a dystopian state when it struck—
A brutal impact, shattering a glass palace.

The shards were dispersed so finely across the globe
That even the smallest insects could not remove them from their wings.

This glass palace had once been the site of the first World Exhibition,
With its steel frames in England, a monument to industrial progress.

But globalization was annihilated by the comet.
Refugees entered the glass world, only to realize
That it was an unbearably brutal illusion,
One with no future.

Each person reclaimed their own name.
Even China and the United States were deeply scarred by the catastrophe.

The elites, those who had hidden themselves in armored glass fortresses,
Were among the last survivors.

For the Resident, there was no hope of existence.
She had no connection to the real world.
Her creations were nothing but fragments,
Shards of glass reflecting a broken reality.

The books of Soviet writers and a few existentialist thinkers
Survived only as references.

Sorge, however, found his way to the DDR-heaven—
Communism seemed to be his only escape,
Yet it was still only one version of reality among many.

The great conflicts of human history suddenly seemed small.

The pressing problems of the time—
Pears, cherries, peaches—
Were rendered insignificant
In the shadow of the colossal, all-encompassing comet.

Tolerance became innate,
A necessity for survival.

Respect for all living beings emerged,
Even as the inherent brutality of nature persisted.

The comet was a magnificent disaster,
Liberating us from ourselves.

Wherever its traces lay,
Destruction gave way to new life,
Blossoming in unexpected places.

The Resident eventually succumbed to fine dust,
And somehow,
That was okay.

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