Whiplash

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Twelve days into the month,

Storming in like the lion does,

It had come to me

That once was enough.

But it was soon prevalent,

Unavoidable, undeniable

That a bigger cat

Was on the hunt.

My guarantees : ulterior

My money: inferior

My narrative: anterior

Not one man to blame.

Cast from a dark old spell,

Created from wizardly hell,

The lightning fell

And the thunder never came.

Cases of disease in growth,

Deemed a crisis from henceforth,

Yet I haven’t felt a thing.

Long ago—yet similarly before—

I was alone.

What’s the matter with more?

But it was soon prevalent,

Unexpected, unprecedented,

That these empty streets

Was a hesitant feat.

The game, I missed,

Life ceased to exist,

Every road to the abyss,

Not one man to blame.

Cast from a dark old spell,

Created from wizardly hell,

The lightning fell

And the thunder never came.

The lightning comes and goes with a flash,

I see it everywhere.

The lightning hits like whiplash,

Yet I don’t feel it anywhere.

No one knows when the thunder is near

Cause no one will hear it, I fear.

No one knows when the thunder is here

Cause no one will feel it, I fear.

The good and great things

In life come to an end.

It’s only moral and justified,

That evil in life

Surrenders its hide.

A time of frustration,

Everyone in relation,

Transfers in patience—

To elation...

A time of anticipation,

Every eye in dilation,

Every engine of creation,

I guide my focus to the revelation...

I guide my focus to the revelation.

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Kristian Zenz