Doomsday Rock

Doomsday Rock In these, our final days before the end, come in a moment, faster than the eye, 'tis easy to believe, and comprehend what lies beyond the end, is not to die; We'll go as one, together to the last, a world snuffed out, by something closing in, that's been ten billion years, and coming fast but we won't see it coming until then; the speed it flies is something out of dreams, much faster than a thought, it will be there, and what we see won't be just what it seems until the last, we'll see it everywhere. In this, the end, out of necessity we'll all believe, then we'll be history. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet