#1075 - ultimately

 

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ultimately

or

at the end of the day (as they say)

for ghost writing

 

in the end

run out of puff

no use panic

dole blame

 

some things won’t resolve

don’t pass ‘go’

nor the dream

but this intention

 

no bursting in

no recognition

none of this

‘we’ll get by’

there isn’t the belt to tighten

or fry

 

you may not have even noticed the cliff

 

the tree lain down to fire

won’t rise

 

neither the lights nor anyone home

 

anything could get you

 

the powder keg blows

it’s Ozymandias on steroids

 

eventually it’s breath gives out

 

no ground beneath

and neither feet

 

then long forgotten

days all done

then none to forget

 

you do know it was always like this?

 

wings flap their last

the mountain wins

it too tumbles

in the next instalment

 

vanity speaks

 

the angel glow

to nothing dimmed

 

go on

there’s no way back

 

effigy wears species away

canon fades in the wash

 

one’s turned out

 

that one false step and hell

 

beyond the monkey piss world end pillars

 

all systems on the blink

 

a general failure of the organic

 

nothing personal in this

no persons, nothing tragic

 

stars go out

they’re candles too

 

God and gods turned off

 

no cows come home

neither will chooks return to roost

the roasted with the rest

 

‘in the end’

absurd to say

because of course there’s none

 

call it the house of falling down

this must be where we live