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prescience
the organ of Doom is skin:
Doom falls into our bodies like moisture, countless droplets
drawn by gravity of Desire more profound
than human memory.
Doom blows the atmosphere of Destiny, a terrible entirety
we perceive beyond personal filters
despite global systems of denial crafted by grandfathers
whose Mortality was never understood.
Doom is necessary: it peppers our Completion into pores
until we awaken saturate
feel this horror we cannot name, but know
as Universal Finality.
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© 22 October 2006, Sugarpie Rabbit
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