As Humanity Descends

"...the vital and the vapid
counting virtues and their sins."


Take my hand sweet baby -
eradicate the ‘save me’...
know with everything you love
we’re coming to the end.
Don’t stress about the days to come -
we’ve almost counted down to none,
curl... up... with me
as humanity descends.

Apocalypse is in the air -
people bouncing everywhere...
the vital and the vapid
counting virtues and their sins.
We’ve waited for this day so long
so let us sing our joyous song,
they... shall... reap it
as humanity descends.

Chaos is in overdrive -
no one’s sure if they’re alive...
watch as all the people go
stark-crazy in their skins.
Faces filled with terror -
but they are not our mirror,
stay... calm... tranquil
as humanity descends.

Laughing at their panic -
these Masters going manic...
awakened self-awareness
like we’ll never see again.
They’re learning their pretension
will not provide redemption,
Let... us... revel
as humanity descends.

Feel that crackle from the sky -
forget about the how and why...
let those currents take us
to a place of peace within.
Knowing all we all have left
is one collective final breath,
Hold... me... finally
as humanity descends.

Original Copyright © 2016 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written September 2014
About Stone...
Known in many (albeit small) online circles over the past 15 years, Stone Bryson is a poet, storyteller, and essayist. He is working on various writing projects, and lives what he describes as an 'analog life.' He resides in Jackson County, Missouri.

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