They keep saying it’s coming. The end is near. It’s been gathering courage and dust. It’s there within reach — almost, not quite.
Allusive fringes of darkness ebb across the earth before the pinks and oranges and yellows chase the blue blacks away.
It’s there, every day, just briefly. Blink and it’s gone, but coming none-the-less.
The energy recedes filling with despair and hopelessness. Always on the perimeter never in the fire.
Don’t let go, the hope if ever promising, ever close —