The Push


The trumpet was blown and
He screamed.
The bells rang and
The storm withered everything.
The stink of dust in my senses,
The feeling of attrition every part.
No beam of stars at night and
The moon hid its borrowed luminosity.
The sun has lost its magnanimity,
I see it getting smaller further.
The call to go has been summoned,
Towards the zone of infinity.

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