ender

In the midst of a city,

a tower stands,

its size beyond all comprehension,

and all round it,

there is a great spiral staircase,

swarmed with people all trying to reach the top,

which no one has.

The circus masters release the red beast, 

its mane flowing, great fangs bared, 

ready to take a bite out of the audience, 

Scream! At the piles of rust!

Scream! At the heaps of misery you created!

Scream! At the brittle bones you left to dry in the sun!

it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained

and it rained

and it rained.

and i felt the water welling up inside of me

and i screamed in agony

and all of the water came rushing out and flooded the world

What machinations of man and machine rush toward us,

thundering nearer every moment at lightspeed?

Folds are becoming smoothed out,

it has been raining for two days.

i wonder when it will end

this grand deluge

or perhaps it is the end?