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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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