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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Doomsday Clock minute hand... hovers over 100 seconds to midnight as of January 2022, which apocalyptic prognostication established by the Bulletin of Atomic Scientists maintained since 1947, the clock quantifies a metaphor for threats to humanity from unchecked scientific and technological advances. Very thin sliver of time remains before zero hour realized, but countless heroic measures attainable prior to Doomsday Clock striking midnight (witnessing global annihilation unleashed courtesy malevolent forces wrought by egregious ingenious narcissistic mankind), whereby civilization inextricably linkedin ominous quaking storied unsettling webbed wide world harbingers vitiated by weapons of mass destruction loom ever closer unless Homo sapiens can unite, whereby at least one obscure Yiddish word Ongematert (tired out, albeit psychologically wracked) will render nuclear stockpile superfluous (the idealist trumpets long live The Naked Ape a 1967 book by English zoologist and ethologist Desmond Morris chronicling humans as species) proving supremacy of virtue versus nipping in bud everyone wishing their kith and kin final fare thee well upon debacle potentially fateful genocide describing, horrifying, liberating Gaia of peopled pestilential maelstrom, (hence purchase front row tickets now) visible clear across thee solar system, which could theoretically occur tonight before betokening apocalyptic sight 'course one must go about her/his business – right? Rhetorical question troubles existential nihilist (me) how to shrug off monstrous plight (ghastly hellacious towering mushroom cloud infernos) analogous to punishment allotted Atlas re: to hold up earth on his shoulders for all eternity at last count oblate spheroid weighing a whopping 13 thousand, 170 billion trillion pounds, or 13,170,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 impossible mission quite challenging, where one brother grimm ponders plight, when with instantaneously "poof" jump/kick starts irrevocable dissolution of fledgling acquaintanceships and long established friendships within eye blink (think snapped fingers) outright regardless, whether... perchance we ever cross paths long daze journey into night, and met under virtual reality moonlight ah... methinks the mere awareness of poetess transient existence metaphorically found modest, mercurial mellow male within limelight oy vey admittedly one rusty Ongepatshket knight fumbling in the dark with his unreliable sputtering jacklight hooping aforesaid gal, whose eyes alight upon mine genuine words doth newt coon sitter me laughable, nor impolite, yet accept hard virtual reality to highlight and/or _ underscore delight full dame online - each of us, an infinitesimal jot of granulite within vast cosmos given finite minuscule time to excite our senses trending utmost delight during brief unique deoxynucleic chromosomal copyright til death do us part, whether natural demise doomed to huge sinister clouds speeding, spelling, spewing radioactive blight. Uneasiness far greater to confront atomic augury than pernicious penury which ceases within eyeblink certainly far more serious than perjury, (which yours truly never guilty), nevertheless afflicting me with psychological injury. Personal finances pitted me deep in hock into red zone, yes quite a shock, to absorb - now finds yours truly poorest oldest curmudgeon goofy "kid" in sexagenarian body on the senior citizen chopping block within Lake Woebegone hard space and rock as inevitable doom each second - coming inevitably approaches closer tick tock.
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