The ground beneath my already unstable legs is roaring with an ominous vibration.
The uneasy earth is foretelling the fall of the sky.
Fleeting stability is cutting the final cord of the lyre that had lately seemed to only stumble,
and vomit, a collection of misplaced melodies.
This instant arrival of crushing silence assaults us all into the eternal sleep.
This is it, the time that it all comes crashing down.