Some Day

Let me tell you about the end because there’s always

an end.

The obliteration comes so slowly, a surprise

when it arrives.

How does nothing sneak up on you?

Slowly, ever so.

 

A creeping dot never near, now here

how did we get to this place,

so old, messed up, fat.

 

Something that can never get here

always does.

 

Surprise.

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