Copyright 2017 Don Ray
No time for grief, these times, no time for grief. Too much to get done in too short a time. Too little hope to risk letting that last flickering ember go out.
The madness has penetrated too deep and too high, to the highest echelons and the deepest of the sandy foundations.
There is no time to waste when the beams and girders that supported society are already falling in twisted heaps about our heads.
The charade is over - the facades are falling - the masquerade has reached its grotesque, unforeseeable, and inevitable conclusion.
Hold fast to what love you can in the deluge, hold fast to what is truly precious, as the swirling flotsam of material disaster batters and bashes in taunting reminder of its once decadent uselessness.
Copyright 2017 Don Ray
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