the end is never near
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A poem by Rozmanshah Abdullah about the day literature diedTRANSCRIPT
The end is never nearon December 21, 2014. Rozmanshah, All rights reserved
Death is apparentAs casual as a heavy sigh heard over from the thin wallsOf an overcrowded bunkers
Working over the mindsTransforming delights to deliriousnessA rattle to keep holding on toPotent mixtures to feed on the dopermin-induced thrillsOver and over againReliving deaths with gladness overload
Death appearsBetween commas and full-stopsOn unwritten manuscriptsUnnoticed, unabridgedStoredClose to the tipCloser to the coreThat'sDeath to a thought
Long live the idea of the endGod save the beginning of ever endlessness