Fugacious Claims (2)

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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