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Day Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Was it today? Yesterday? Or a long time ago?

It is fresh in my mind, like something important, memorable. An experience seared, and ever present, hence making the “WHEN” impossible to nail down.

How long can this go on? The compass has no true north any longer, only swinging and vacillating between three points as it counts backward like a clock run amuck.

Has it any worth at all? Certainly it no longer functions in accord with its design. Unlike a clock it had no alarm to begin with. But is its strange behavior now indicative of the approaching danger?

I must find the bridge. But where is it?

What good is a landmark, if you’ve never seen it before?

About rwoz2

Poet, historian, writer for stage and screen. Responder to Jesus (Romans 5:8)

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