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all
going to vanish 
(wake-up
call)
these
works
these
worries of the day 
the
next thing 
all
the to-do
and
all that we've done
a
certainty they'll vanish
this
view too 
the
builded world 
crumbling
and
the gilded 
our
century 
like
all the others
going
gone 
the
forest is vanishing 
furious
rate 
the
creatures of there 
the
languages too 
do
you think you've purchased
some
kind of exemption?
no,
me and you – we're
in on the act 
what
do you plan to do?
you
could try believing 
go
down on your knees
kid
yourself any way you like 
all
the gods will vanish 
they're
only of this world 
we
make ourselves up just the same as we go 
they
say 
'it
mightn't happen'
and
well it might as well 
but
whether it does or not 
for
sure that idea will disappear
along
with the rest
tarnish
first though 
rust
drop
off
and
me? 
I'm
going away myself
I
make no special claim 
I
don't think it will be a journey
there's
no metaphor that fits
I
could indulge the notion soul 
but
it's not hard to see where that came from 
and
where it's likely going gone
this
makeshift pulpit 
here
I've patched 
from
fancying my own opinion?
the
soapbox sinks
into
the soil 
the
song's now empty air 
death
is approaching, comrades 
actuarially
there cannot be the least doubt 
death
is day by day 
not
only closer 
but
more likely 
you
can bet your house on it
death
prior to now 
is
of vanishing odds 
but
the future is 
where
the odds vanish altogether
the
future comes with death inscribed
most
natural thing in the world 
yes,
this is the planet we won't be leaving
we'll
have a different use
and
it will
what
do you think of them bananas?
lay
down, get it over
or
carpe diem?
I'm
signing off now 
just
for
today

I've been of this apocalyptic mind too, Kit. I like the tiny grain of hope at the end though. "Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!" The image fits perfectly. What is it of?
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