Sunday 4/17/2016 02:48:00 AM

it's the end. the featureless void. temples in solvent ink. and the curious monsters who worship.

the trembling miles. dim switches in the shadows. crumble and bleed. time's lazy asssassins whet their blades.

the dirty switch. the struggling bulb. the torn path that chases us home again. empty chambers in the gun. the simple economics of everything lost.

the waning kingdom. tears in the skeleton. folds in the scars. the absolute cost. the future in card tricks and bus strops.

the angle hissed. the atom splits. nothing moves. the ladder trembles. the doorway whispers. we go on. it's the end of the world. and it isn't.

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