untitled
By samhennig
Tue, 08 Oct 2019
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The rumble;
constant thunder.
Under the music
bleeding through
the walls from
next door.
Through the window
I can see it.
Approaching ceaselessly.
Distances fool you.
Fall you,
to the floor.
I can hear it;
menace of
ending-less.
less ending,
more end.
You.
Accept it as
it comes.
There is not another
thing to do.
Do you?
You too?
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