Catastrophic hopes.


Slipping! down towards eternity in silence
breathing out the forlorn catastrophes
emboweled deep in a chiseled enigma
some fall out and some stick-on...

breathe not! you are a public savior
detached from the much-attached life
counter figures of atomic violence
streetwalkers silenced to whispers

slow yet eventually, catastrophe peeps in
man paying back, nature puzzles deep
find the fire exit, the emergency door
it is within the savior to oneself

save thyself and save everyone
and once saved save thy desires
as they can call the returning terrors
it's near... send it afar...

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