#Apocalypse

Apocalypse

She
At the zenith
Of her ruin
Sitting
Watching
The world out
Backwardly ahead                         moving
Wearing                                     the          guise
Of maintenance
Of strength                  of     
                                   con sis ten cy

Cra z’ness air teases
the mass            
                     The mob           
                                                  The ruin
Agiles in the fall melody
Out of tune
The funeral ceremony
On the air
Around the clock
She
breathes in
The void and spits it
Out
Within she and it
Vividly on the move
Out of breath
While She the world
Same the outs
Apart falling
Dying
Bit by bit.

S.C.P.B