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I drove around the empty spaces of the west
Lost, confused.
It was evening,
The sun was setting in the north.
The world was turned around,
Spinning on the wrong axis.
What had caused it?
Had we somehow done this to ourselves?
Was it a natural event?
A terrible mistake?
An attack?

We raced back across the flat land,
Starfleet officers on horseback,
A rickety old place to stop and rest.

In the city,
Everyone blamed the aliens.
They could not be trusted!
They had brought this apocalypse upon us—
It could not be a coincidence!
There were some who doubted,
Who suggested alternate theories.
People from my church recruited me,
We met, perhaps secretly,
Only a few, but more than I expected.
We discovered
They were not aliens—
They were of this earth, just as we were.
Their DNA proved their pedigree,
They were plants,
Somehow become intelligent.

We were destroying ourselves,
But the same accident that endangered us all,
Also brought them into being.
They were our only hope.

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