Midnight Isn't Coming

The End will arrive behind our backs.

Down to the death-rattle we'll all be too busy

watching the sky, thumbing our good books,

aching for the glorious release of oblivion

to notice the Earth

lurching slowly, pathetically

toward the finish line.

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