The day becomes a thousand million years;
The distance anywhere becomes too far --
The happening that brings alive your fears
And turns the world into an abattoir.
Devoid of any hope, bereft of tears,
You search the skies for some imploding star
To lie within; to give yourself unto
And see no more of twenty twenty two
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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Que sera sera!