Melancholia

No one put it there. We know of course that a wmd was always there, radiating between the world and its ends. Not exactly its ends. Ever since forever, we say It’s over, to everyone and to everything in perpetuity.

We were hoping for an end to perpetuity after the blast, a better annihilation. Instead of twist and turn tides, shaking polluted water. Self, that is, having sat out too long.

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