snafu

will everything remain so still in the miscarriage of this world? we read of desolation's twine unravelling in the newspaper, then turn the page to engulf the pregnancy of another exploding pop star. while here at the edge of time stands our last witness, watching with lidless eye, the mouthless, nameless waste. no report filed on what violence approaches the edge of frame. if only The Great Deep and Moving Force would act in our favor, like right this fucking second please