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suddenly
these last moments
mayday in silence, mayday, never heard
tragedy strikes us all unsaid, it did so
before this event of horror will be known
our lives will become history
mere statistical echoes in a baffled mass consciousness
untold, mysterious, an unnoticed nightmare as it happened
now only remembered by ghosts lost
too deep for discovery

there was a storm
we were over the ocean – will you remember which one?
so incredibly vast this massive beauty we will soon enter
what an arrival, to land in Gaia’s embrace like so
crash through her breast with unimaginable force trapped strapped in yet within
this metal beast how it shudders and shatters with bombastic exquisite poetic irony
so close and then it hits and breaks and we all surrender, one and all, strangers to the end
How could a pathetic seatbelt save us did we even have time to find that lifejacket
and yet even in doom our fragile hands cling onto hopeless solid things as our bodies dislocate
man makes and nature destroys, what sweet vengeance

in utterly black humour – would not our loved ones soon wear that grievious colour?
my vision darkens, drowning black invades
who knew terror had a colour too, or lacked one
and as the cliché fades to calm my life passes before my eyes cease to function
as everything around me falls apart and drifts, minds, mostly, or souls
perhaps what mattered was that
some of us could have found serenity in that final chaos, asking rhetorically
how far will we sink before we hit the surface of heaven
and knowing that one last question you will have unanswered:
what failed us?

Description
suddenly
these last moments
mayday in silence, mayday, never heard
tragedy strikes us all unsaid, it did so
before this event of horror will be known
our lives will become history
mere statistical echoes in a baffled mass consciousness
untold, mysterious, an unnoticed nightmare as it happened
now only remembered by ghosts lost
too deep for discovery

there was a storm
we were over the ocean – will you remember which one?
so incredibly vast this massive beauty we will soon enter
what an arrival, to land in Gaia’s embrace like so
crash through her breast with unimaginable force trapped strapped in yet within
this metal beast how it shudders and shatters with bombastic exquisite poetic irony
so close and then it hits and breaks and we all surrender, one and all, strangers to the end
How could a pathetic seatbelt save us did we even have time to find that lifejacket
and yet even in doom our fragile hands cling onto hopeless solid things as our bodies dislocate
man makes and nature destroys, what sweet vengeance

in utterly black humour – would not our loved ones soon wear that grievious colour?
my vision darkens, drowning black invades
who knew terror had a colour too, or lacked one
and as the cliché fades to calm my life passes before my eyes cease to function
as everything around me falls apart and drifts, minds, mostly, or souls
perhaps what mattered was that
some of us could have found serenity in that final chaos, asking rhetorically
how far will we sink before we hit the surface of heaven
and knowing that one last question you will have unanswered:
what failed us?