Dammit to Hell

The world didn’t change overnight.
The sheets were cold, and a small
Race of greedy liars continues to
Swarm over the carcass of the world
They claim, defleshing it and each
Other in a cannibal mist, sharkless
Teeth burning everything down.
The empty bed does it, the ungodly
Need for warmth and light, want
For love, and silence at midnight.
The whole damned thing goes like
An avalanche of ice, nothing with
Or without God, a moment without
Beginning or end, time out of mind.
To try, perchance to dream, chances
Are slim, but wanting without work
Only infinity lengthens the odds.
Arbitrarily begin again, foot in any
Direction under any sky, minute
By minute, life by life to any end.

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