5 October 2018

sometimes the light falls

= in a way so peculiar

i swear the world’s going to end.

the mist creeps like smoke

over the Rockies and i feel

it in my gut like we’re done for.

i wonder if the people here feel it too --

if they’re horribly imperceptive or just 

don’t care.

i don’t want the world to end

but i don’t want to care either,

just don’t know how 

to stop.