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  The Point

  There are simple profound moments that are the complete culmination of everything before in the verse and perhaps these moments will reverberate in all that will come in the silence of atrophy every bond broken until there is but the singular atom and that will be all the point where everything fell apart, where you will look back as an old man skin like paper with every sin written across your face and everything in your nature bringing you back to that one moment and your utter failure and that will be the point.

  Plainsong

  The petulant proselytes procreate with the prostitutes privately in the park, pouncing with pilfered prophylactics where peculiar plebeians propose to proctor prostate perlustrations in a pursuit to proffer a panacea for the population's pickled peckers, and post hoc they pray for penitence per their peccaminous practice to pacify the polyrhythmic palpitations, pelted though their proscenium personages may properly be, the principle of the perfidious perspicacity they peruse when privy to particular placid pauses punctuated by pachydermic pulses preemptive in their pudency, profoundly permuting the phantasmic panorama permitted by providence while patient progeny pensively pine for pleasures of phantasy.

  Cataract

  The world around was the same as it ever was, then there came a particular turn in the wind and the sky was a shade never seen on this rock, the clouds pulsing and shifting, black as the dead of space, with violent undercurrents threatening to erupt the evening sky above my childhood home, like the apocalyptic ravings of a mad prophet and then there came a fury and the currents of clouds became a vortex bright as the sun a swirling of fire high above the ground and from that malevolent tourbillion came the roar of a dying god.

  Cataclysm

  There came a rupture in the sky and a wave of holocaust turned the air and the land to char and I could feel blistering and then it was gone, a trail in the air left by the conflagration and like any great storm it was only been the eye the ambience was ripped apart in a great searing flash and the very atoms of my being were torn away into the furor as I lifted a futile hand to protect myself and then there was nothing but the black expanse of eternity and the nothing was all.