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Testimony

Matt MacFarland

The Doomsday Vault Trial of 2088

In the Svalbard Seed Vault oleander
rests with rosemary, saffron, roses and
fescue and the five thousand blameless
orchids; across the hall, petrified wheat
adjoins a wealth of conifers.
Follow lavender, thistle, and thyme
past dates, past sycamore
under the holy artificial light
under the vacant Arctic sky. . . .


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