dark room, dark floor —
fell through a trapdoor,
falling, falling
screaming, & calling
no one near to hear
&
no floor to fall to,
but wall-to-wall with fear
’cause of cyphers, who
— oh so rudely jeer
while singing,
“The end is near,
but your end is nearer,
so hold the past dear,
but the present dearer —
because that’s all…”
So very well evoked
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