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The end is near
Poetry or prose.
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Wilmer

Extinction

Crimson plasma soaring hazy highways adrift;

galvanic implosion divides misty abyss,

second chance to retort coming doomsday.

Soon blood will r u n

still… cold...

Palms leather bound rested on snowy peaks,

exposed grey clouds whisper ash sleet;

on wind shredded plateau we sing psalms sworn.

soon light will bind, claw stolen visage.

Like snake skin we fall

forever … slither s l o w.

Crawl spaces vermillion,

velvet warmth taps gravelly demeanor,

soft fingertips like chronic sunshine veiling void cellars;

Dilute frozen hatred with

past selves.

Alone we guide our cloned flesh famished for elapsing conscious

slide shows of traumatized prokaryotes,

hoppy malts splashing crusted walls- layers of past incursions-

sealed with demonic platelets thorned with keratin spikes.

Capillaries burst,

red cells rush.

We bury our ancient eyes resting till

sunlight punctures our eerie eyelids with cosmic radiance.

soon blood will run.