End Times
A slash of light sears my left eye -
end of the world
or just sunshine crashing into a slanted window?
It happens just that quickly
I don't think there will be a time-lapse
or anytime to count the number of
deathly moments
that rush into a cringing brain.
When the end begins.
The balloons will go up
balloons will be downed
nothing to see
until we are all resting
under a great lake of rumor and suspicion.
When the black and white cat
fell of the roof, somebody cried
but the silence downed out all voices.
A train blunders into a happenstance
chemicals are burned,
the deadly smoke gets into every eye,
will we be blinded by fireballs or only mollified
by silent headlines?
The end of the world needs a witness
otherwise it just won't ever end.
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