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The 5 Senses of the Apocalypse


by Shawn Misener


The Rapture comes and goes unannounced

in carbonated soda bubbles spicing the air.


PPPPHHHHHPPPPHHHWWW


Cities don't matter anymore. Only light matters.


We're all alive but there is death everywhere.

It's all over us like a stink.


The loudspeaker says

we are birthed in rhythm with death.

Your heart is the backbeat.


This is sweet knowledge.

Sweet runny wisdom,

dirty like VHS porn.


Truth is slippery,

it can't be held.

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