Blur for clarity.

Let's crush the paper
bring the corners together
the world folding up
maps shrinking
distances blurring
let the sun shine on all of us equally
At the same time
let it illuminate all our eyes
at once
let seas heave into mountains
and mountains collapse into cornfields
let the world fold up
maps going up in flames
forests melting down on us
continents merging
boundaries blurring
let it all end
come together
fire and ice
deserts and icebergs
a storm unimagined
a tornado unforeseen
let it take our smiles and our tears
Our dreams and our fears
And hurl back at us
Something more honest, purer
More magical, truer.

Thank you, Robert Frost, who wrote, 'Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction, ice is also great, and would suffice.'