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Wrote this piece for the Omaha Encyclopedia Show. The theme was "The Future" and my sub-topic assignment was "Apocalyptic Wasteland." Of course, the imagery of veered my language into unexpected territory. I love it when that muse+creativity thing works! Thanks for "virtual" invite Omaha! Wasteland by Dasha Kelly Stretched tight across the horizon Find trip wire of ancient desires threatening to spray schrapnel into the clouds again Rain down fatal wreckage across your once-earnest fields again Denial lays waiting for you still Dividing this distance from blissful reminiscence You don’t dare hold on to that grenade again You're still peeling back skin from that last burst of hope You count our paces now 100 shuffled footsteps atop starved earth keep your rugged feet pointed away from certain death you let your breath hang in measured gasps Epiphany pinned against this stale atmosphere Nothing you cherish is left Hin...