and suddenly
it's all in slow-motion
each millisecond century
bereaving my heart
of the hope I had carefully cultured
my eyes sting with tears
as each atom of my soul
is meticulously torn apart
and my ears are filled
with the sounds of purest joy
in doomed aplomb
we're all sinners
chained to free will
that becomes our insanity

TMK 2.26.2006