Turmoil fills the air
disinformation
recession
wars
settling scores
on the brink of midnight
only ninety seconds
before they turn out the light
In the gathering haze
I see your flickering spark
it alights me with wonder
cus’ I’m afraid of the dark
and I hold to the mantra
if there’s doubt for tomorrow
grab the hand beside
rut it out, avoid the sorrow
Catching your eye
we draw near
blocking out the fear
we’re alive
you and I
at least we’re alive
So, kiss me
oh won’t you kiss me
despite the trouble everywhere
kiss me so deeply
that neither of us are aware
of all the danger lurking there
Ninety seconds is all we’ve got
let’s make it worth it
we can’t stop the clock
Instead we can cheat
the passing of time
with lips locked together
no bell will chime
Ninety second
they tick by
at least we’re alive
you and I
let’s not deprive
you and I
of ninety seconds
together
We’re alive
you and I
for ninety seconds
we’re so alive
I read an article recently about the Doomsday clock and how we’re now ninety seconds to midnight. These are my thoughts on what I’d do with ninety seconds 🦊
Audio bed credit to abyeditsound
Side note: I wanted to make this audio ninety seconds. I probably could have done it, but in the end I required an additional fourteen seconds to get the emotions across. I also need to confess, something about this poem feels familiar to me. If I’ve accidentally pilfered someone else’s lines, please, oh please reach out via my contact page and let me know!

My mind boggles … what am I to do in 90 seconds … and now I won’t sleep, thinking about; “what am to do in 90 seconds” …
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It doesn’t sound familiar to me. The final precious 90 seconds…what will I do???
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