Harbingers of horror I’ve seen for some time
Dark, deadly clouds like a curtain
About to come down upon grand vistas
Of mountains bathed in the reds, yellows, and golds of autumn

A fall from grace to a new existence in tales
Foretold of end times and killer whales
Challenges lined up in series
Dodging one to be broadsided by the other

An ill wind from the West gusts in directions
Far removed from our sacred quest
To survive, not sure if we’re dead or alive
To do what we do not know

Purpose obscure while trying to endure
Existence so nebulous yet pure
Discorporation our final destination
Am I dreaming or am I not dreaming?

Uncertainty rules what we know or don’t
Go where we can’t while understanding nothing
Learning less while confessing our transgressions
Of a plethora of statutes from ill repute

Celebrating our conquests over less skilled artisans
And phony icons dying in a futile drive to succeed
Hit the target and win the prize
Or crash and burn trying

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