Why The Dream.

Why The Dream.

If I were one to thunder
the end of the world by proxy
the last sunrise by fiat
a disappearance of here
and now

might ad hoc memories matter
and coalesce to nullify verdict
to shame the sun to rekindle
the filament of fear
and wow

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