Doomsday Clock January 2022

Doomsday Clock January 2022... the most recent tabulation signaled one hundred seconds to midnight A couple years ago similarly titled poem I did write, yet looms as harbinger unless *****sapiens can unite one non Yiddish speaking Ongematert wishing ye fare thee well tonight before betokening apocalyptic sight 'course one must go about her/his business - right? Rhetorical question - yet impossible mission quite challenging, where one brother grimm ponders plight Cosmofunnel favorite fan Katina Borgersen "poof" our acquaintanceship dissolved (think - snapped fingers) outright regardless, whether... perchance we ever cross paths long daze journey into night met under virtual reality moonlight ah... the mere awareness of her 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 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 or... huge mushroom clouds radioactive blight unimaginable nightmarish scenario impossible mission to close third eye blind webbed global haunting spectacle mortal creatures linkedin to ill fate including yours truly, a generic, garden variety hermetically sealed cell bit anchorite. Uneasiness far greater to confront atomic augury than pernicious penury which ceases within eyeblink far more serious than perjury nonetheless afflicting me with psychological injury. Personal finances pitted me deep in hock into red room zone, shining thru the mist story, yes I experience quite a shell shock, to absorb inconvenient truth great swaths of Gaia analogous to dead zone, nevertheless, now finds yours truly poorest, oldest, and nerdiest curmudgeon goofy "kid" on the chopping block within Lake Wobegon hard space and third rock from sun as inevitable doom inches closer as each second elapses insync with inaudible tick tock.