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Wednesday, April 3, 2024


 

what about change
things incomplete
something completely strange
about unspeakable doom
maybe that is
too much gloom
imagine change
knocking on
your doomsday door
so much fear
what could be
perilous change
vulnerably close
when one can
taste it
doom's rank odour  
smelling it
rectified transformation
drifting close by
those numbered notes
we tend
sounding harsh  
we take
crowned by remorse
life attends to it
defendable doom seems
such a senseless dose
so who knows
why even try
what might come
who knows why
God left us
most often defenseless
costs that leave us senseless
approaching doom
seems so forlorn
those endings
attached to beginnings
still beginnings
flow into endings
let's ratchet things up
perhaps the biggest challenge
trying to describe
what doom truly is
letters and numbers
events and actions
perhaps blue skies
those once vibrant
now wilting blooms
volcanoes better describe
what is what
tribe to first nation tribe
what about doom's crazed ideals
razing lava what a nightmare
stalking our flaming dreams
into what is real
a blameless cosmic seam
I wonder if doom
resurrects some euphoric challenge
locked into life
doom's indescribable lust
chained with resistance
truly mired
condemned as existence
shackled in an inescapable room
a crypt perhaps
adorned with apocalyptic gloom
revealing almighty God
absolute with lustful revenge
just a pointed finger of God
inscribing every powerful challenge
describing every deflowering doom
derived like an eclipse
compromised rings
evolving around the sun
believe the wretched moon
revolution that can't come too soon
such creative rapture
isn't always true or blue
captured as existence
colouring a figment world
delivering pigments of gruesome doom
challenging fearsome change
isn't necessarily
completely gloom
life's challenges
certainly shake us
sometimes ripping out
heart and soul
talking fanatic life
speaking about new heights
lives so often separated
segmented with resistance
clandestine holy
brandishing its doomsday knife
sacred is unincorporated
diminishing existential rights
change ne'er devoid of fear
such an orbital challenge
avoiding mortal strife

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